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 Kenya and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 The Count Five to the disco 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Gong,
The Slackers,
Rapeman,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scion,
John Coltrane,
Jeff Lynne,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monochrome Set,
Ornette Coleman,
New Age Steppers,
Pussy Galore,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo,
The Shadows of Knight,
Animal Collective,
In Retrospect,
Arab on Radar,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Blossom Toes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Moebius,
Peter & Gordon,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Smog,
The Tremeloes,
The Durutti Column,
Mo-Dettes,
Buzzcocks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick May,
The New Christs,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
The Monks,
Wally Richardson,
Joey Negro,
Sister Nancy,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.