Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from United States and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Archie Shepp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Standells. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
Index,
The Associates,
The J.B.'s,
The Motions,
Porter Ricks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer,
Deakin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ice-T,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell,
Scott Walker,
the Fania All-Stars,
Niagra,
The Gun Club,
David McCallum,
Ten City,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
Minutemen,
Mandrill,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
The Toasters,
Robert Wyatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pussy Galore,
Terry Callier,
Pere Ubu,
Arthur Verocai,
Rekid,
The Remains,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Görl,
Con Funk Shun,
Popol Vuh,
Mantronix,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
The New Christs,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Severed Heads,
Kerrie Biddell,
Josef K,
Circle Jerks,
the Soft Cell,
U.S. Maple,
Animal Collective,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
Eli Mardock,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.