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 Chad and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 linndrum 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 Stetsasonic to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
Saccharine Trust,
Donny Hathaway,
John Coltrane,
The Knickerbockers,
DJ Sneak,
Pere Ubu,
Siglo XX,
Donald Byrd,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Negative Approach,
Gang Starr,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Make Up,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Freddie Wadling,
Dual Sessions,
The Mummies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris & Cosey,
Rapeman,
The Golliwogs,
The Index,
Bootsy Collins,
Khruangbin,
The Walker Brothers,
Camouflage,
The Pretty Things,
Fat Boys,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
OOIOO,
Thompson Twins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Fall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
10cc,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eurythmics,
Arab on Radar,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kayak,
Magazine,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dirtbombs,
Al Stewart,
Davy DMX,
Judy Mowatt,
Q65,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.