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 Finland and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Pop Group to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
Yaz,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
The Stooges,
Youth Brigade,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Wire,
Arab on Radar,
Harry Pussy,
48th St. Collective,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bob Dylan,
Godley & Creme,
Steve Hackett,
David Bowie,
R.M.O.,
Flipper,
The Dead C,
The Last Poets,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Blues Magoos,
Rakim,
Matthew Halsall,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
Franke,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack,
Gregory Isaacs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
Guru Guru,
Young Marble Giants,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mission of Burma,
Eric Dolphy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
Lucky Dragons,
Harmonia,
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.