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 Yemen and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Fela Kuti to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Eurythmics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hardrive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
48th St. Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cal Tjader,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Man Parrish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Gories,
Crispian St. Peters,
Slave,
Bob Dylan,
Urselle,
The Tremeloes,
Stetsasonic,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
Robert Görl,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Foxx,
Tears for Fears,
Skriet,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Interpol,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slackers,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fatback Band,
Sun City Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sonics,
The Smiths,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
Jacques Brel,
Pylon,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
Mars,
One Last Wish,
Steve Hackett,
Funky Four + One,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rapeman,
The Fire Engines,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
Sight & Sound,
Qualms,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.