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 Lesotho and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Scrapy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scion. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Idris Muhammad,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Popol Vuh,
Q65,
Danielle Patucci,
Bootsy Collins,
Thompson Twins,
Minutemen,
The Buckinghams,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pylon,
Bill Wells,
Dennis Brown,
Stiv Bators,
the Germs,
Rosa Yemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
Suicide,
Faraquet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Thee Headcoats,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Laurel Aitken,
Easy Going,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
Piero Umiliani,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Newcleus,
The Selecter,
Roy Ayers,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
Maleditus Sound,
This Heat,
Ponytail,
Toni Rubio,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Model 500,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.