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 Slovakia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Bluetip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Charles Mingus,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
The Invisible,
Sparks,
Slick Rick,
Blake Baxter,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Hoover,
Sugar Minott,
Country Teasers,
Steve Hackett,
cv313,
Faraquet,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marmalade,
Bill Near,
The Pop Group,
Warren Ellis,
Roxy Music,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gories,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brick,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Robert Wyatt,
Shoche,
Mo-Dettes,
Circle Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Liliput,
Neil Young,
The Busters,
Index,
Yaz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Terry Callier,
Isaac Hayes,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
Al Stewart,
The Victims,
Oneida,
The Slits,
Urselle,
D'Angelo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
Eddi Front,
Blancmange,
The Modern Lovers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.