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 Barbados and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Smiths,
Flash Fearless,
Brothers Johnson,
Khruangbin,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
Nas,
Joyce Sims,
Thee Headcoats,
Cameo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shoche,
Index,
Porter Ricks,
Susan Cadogan,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
Franke,
Tres Demented,
The Saints,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eve St. Jones,
the Swans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Magma,
Graham Central Station,
Simply Red,
the Human League,
Pulsallama,
MC5,
Bill Near,
Neil Young,
Ten City,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Severed Heads,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
Deadbeat,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
Public Enemy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
The Black Dice,
Yaz,
The Beau Brummels,
Funky Four + One,
Kas Product,
The Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Barbara Tucker,
Junior Murvin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.