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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Second Layer,
DNA,
Max Romeo,
Freddie Wadling,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
8 Eyed Spy,
Danielle Patucci,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
Motorama,
JFA,
Janne Schatter,
Joe Smooth,
The Vogues,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rakim,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gladiators,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monochrome Set,
Hoover,
Althea and Donna,
MC5,
The Offenders,
The Smoke,
The Modern Lovers,
Bang On A Can,
Symarip,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Hasil Adkins,
Unrelated Segments,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex,
Saccharine Trust,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed,
L. Decosne,
Bad Manners,
Sarah Menescal,
Sun City Girls,
Tubeway Army,
X-102,
The Evens,
Arab on Radar,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
The Human League,
The Busters,
Shoche,
Arcadia,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantaleimon,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.