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 Malaysia and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Idris Muhammad to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Model 500 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Cymande,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronan,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
Popol Vuh,
Chris Corsano,
Boz Scaggs,
Ohio Players,
The Mojo Men,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
Brothers Johnson,
X-101,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
Henry Cow,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Trojans,
The Fire Engines,
The Doobie Brothers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Shuggie Otis,
Nick Fraelich,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Babytalk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Hot Snakes,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Talk Talk,
The Residents,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harmonia,
The Names,
Black Bananas,
The Modern Lovers,
Los Fastidios,
Junior Murvin,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Soft Cell,
Oneida,
Freddie Wadling,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
Crime,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bluetip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.