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 Singapore and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the 808 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 Lou Christie to the rap 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camberwell Now record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Beau Brummels,
Mad Mike,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Victims,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
In Retrospect,
Lyres,
Robert Hood,
Electric Prunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Basic Channel,
Aloha Tigers,
Fugazi,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eli Mardock,
Jerry's Kids,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric Dolphy,
Scrapy,
Quantec,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Inner City,
Toni Rubio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Moon,
Section 25,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eurythmics,
Rakim,
Kool Moe Dee,
James White and The Blacks,
Lindisfarne,
Minutemen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
L. Decosne,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Con Funk Shun,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Subhumans,
Robert Görl,
The Shadows of Knight,
JFA,
Erykah Badu,
Magma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cameo,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.