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 Kosovo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Scion to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Judy Mowatt,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
David Bowie,
The Victims,
Faraquet,
The Pop Group,
Sällskapet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cybotron,
Black Moon,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Christie,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Suicide,
X-101,
Rakim,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yazoo,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
Country Teasers,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Talk Talk,
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
Ohio Players,
Ice-T,
Cheater Slicks,
Infiniti,
Idris Muhammad,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
The Grass Roots,
Silicon Teens,
Nas,
Dawn Penn,
Ituana,
Mission of Burma,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yellowson,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
The Real Kids,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.