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 Belarus and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Black Pus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious Big And Bone Thugs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cal Tjader,
The Grass Roots,
The Durutti Column,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dorothy Ashby,
Althea and Donna,
The Moody Blues,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
B.T. Express,
Patti Smith,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Simply Red,
Underground Resistance,
Lungfish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Q and Not U,
Pole,
Robert Wyatt,
Eddi Front,
Ponytail,
Young Marble Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flamin' Groovies,
Motorama,
E-Dancer,
Deadbeat,
a-ha,
Los Fastidios,
Sarah Menescal,
L. Decosne,
Stereo Dub,
Bob Dylan,
The Music Machine,
Scion,
Flipper,
UT,
The Blues Magoos,
Quantec,
Gil Scott Heron,
Alton Ellis,
Faraquet,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jerry's Kids,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
OOIOO,
Sly & The Family Stone,
FM Einheit,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hoover,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.