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 Spain and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Donald Fagen 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 PIL to the crunk 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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Faraquet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alton Ellis,
Youth Brigade,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Anakelly,
Connie Case,
Hot Snakes,
Oblivians,
Trumans Water,
Girls At Our Best!,
Spoonie Gee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Swans,
Minor Threat,
the Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Can,
Schoolly D,
L. Decosne,
Gastr Del Sol,
Skaos,
Stereo Dub,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Albert Ayler,
Underground Resistance,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
Magma,
Eric Dolphy,
Nirvana,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cameo,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
Tubeway Army,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
Angry Samoans,
Juan Atkins,
Public Enemy,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
Easy Going,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
MDC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lower 48,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.