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 Libya and from London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 T.S.O.L. 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Amon Düül,
Mark Hollis,
The Star Department,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slackers,
Nils Olav,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
The Kinks,
Donald Byrd,
Smog,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
The Fall,
The Five Americans,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
Iggy Pop,
Saccharine Trust,
Colin Newman,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
Qualms,
Accadde A,
Gang Green,
Ultra Naté,
Fat Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Misunderstood,
Nirvana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Tears for Fears,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Zeros,
KRS-One,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Loose Ends,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Siglo XX,
Yazoo,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dual Sessions,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.