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 Oman and from Calgary.
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 Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grunge 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brothers Johnson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
Yellowson,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
PIL,
Sound Behaviour,
Royal Trux,
Bauhaus,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
Skriet,
Negative Approach,
Grey Daturas,
LL Cool J,
The Cure,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mummies,
MC5,
Basic Channel,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper,
Public Enemy,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Goldenarms,
the Sonics,
Soft Cell,
Brand Nubian,
Tears for Fears,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Groovy Waters,
The Velvet Underground,
Junior Murvin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pantytec,
Jeff Mills,
ABBA,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.