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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grunge 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unrelated Segments,
John Coltrane,
Darondo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
kango's stein massive,
Siglo XX,
Technova,
Crime,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Toasters,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
Cal Tjader,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
The Victims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Minutemen,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
The Wake,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
Fluxion,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
The Litter,
Althea and Donna,
The Cure,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Josef K,
Guru Guru,
David McCallum,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
Marmalade,
Ponytail,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
London Community Gospel Choir,
AZ,
Lakeside,
Lou Christie,
Silicon Teens,
Frankie Knuckles,
Con Funk Shun,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
Parry Music,
John Holt,
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
Yusef Lateef,
Quantec, Quantec, Quantec, Quantec.
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.