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 Sudan and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the crunk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All The Saints 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 rap 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Techniques,
The American Breed,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Camouflage,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Erykah Badu,
Kas Product,
Chris & Cosey,
Electric Prunes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Slackers,
These Immortal Souls,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
Kenny Larkin,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wire,
Lower 48,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
Arthur Verocai,
The Move,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Babytalk,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
The Tremeloes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monochrome Set,
Brothers Johnson,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
The Divine Comedy,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Au Pairs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tim Buckley,
Camberwell Now,
The Red Krayola,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scan 7,
Sound Behaviour,
ABBA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.