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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Gladiators to the funk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Happenings,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
the Human League,
Can,
Blake Baxter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rosa Yemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Chris & Cosey,
Steve Hackett,
Mantronix,
Masters at Work,
Yusef Lateef,
Thee Headcoats,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Neon Judgement,
Charles Mingus,
X-Ray Spex,
The Stooges,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gang Starr,
One Last Wish,
The Residents,
Ultra Naté,
Black Bananas,
Eddi Front,
Rod Modell,
Sparks,
Little Man,
Nik Kershaw,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
Aural Exciters,
H. Thieme,
Index,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Cheater Slicks,
Visage,
Patti Smith,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smoke,
Intrusion,
Sixth Finger,
Roxette,
DNA,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.