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 Argentina and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Graham Central Station to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pere Ubu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
Technova,
Sixth Finger,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
New Order,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Accadde A,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nas,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
E-Dancer,
T.S.O.L.,
Bill Wells,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hashim,
Lee Hazlewood,
Dual Sessions,
Eddi Front,
Magazine,
Blake Baxter,
Can,
Flash Fearless,
Deakin,
Byron Stingily,
Wings,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Angry Samoans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Byrd,
Barrington Levy,
The Happenings,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Cecil Taylor,
Tommy Roe,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.