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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Thee Headcoats to the grime 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
Drexciya,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Skatalites,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Kinks,
Tommy Roe,
Audionom,
Patti Smith,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radiohead,
John Coltrane,
Lower 48,
Nico,
China Crisis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Simply Red,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
DNA,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Terry Callier,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joe Finger,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
Subhumans,
Kaleidoscope,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Massinfluence,
Pierre Henry,
Rekid,
Outsiders,
Gang Starr,
Sällskapet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Albert Ayler,
Japan,
Chris & Cosey,
Dave Gahan,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
Bobby Sherman,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
The Grass Roots,
Urselle,
Eric Dolphy,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.