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 Nigeria and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Ice-T to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Piero Umiliani,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
Ituana,
The Move,
Crime,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Minor Threat,
Boredoms,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Dead C,
DJ Sneak,
X-102,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Quantec,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lungfish,
Sound Behaviour,
New York Dolls,
The Offenders,
The Human League,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
Outsiders,
Organ,
The Vogues,
EPMD,
MC5,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thee Headcoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lyres,
AZ,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultravox,
David Bowie,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.