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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the organ 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Dead Boys,
The Slackers,
Rekid,
H. Thieme,
Sandy B,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Charles Mingus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Happenings,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Swans,
Chrome,
Urselle,
Neu!,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Henry Cow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minor Threat,
Bill Wells,
The Fall,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Skatalites,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ronan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Whodini,
Jeff Lynne,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Five Americans,
Ponytail,
Lindisfarne,
Peter & Gordon,
Crime,
Quadrant,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Thee Headcoats,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.