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 Bulgaria and from Cairo.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Delta 5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rotary Connection,
Cameo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sight & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Gong,
U.S. Maple,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eurythmics,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Oneida,
Deakin,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Skatalites,
Sister Nancy,
The Martian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
Morten Harket,
Make Up,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Zapp,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
These Immortal Souls,
Sound Behaviour,
Lower 48,
Wally Richardson,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
Oblivians,
The Gun Club,
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mantronix,
Audionom,
Derrick May,
Piero Umiliani,
Boz Scaggs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Sun City Girls,
New Order,
Glenn Branca,
Groovy Waters,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.