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 Belgium and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric B and Rakim to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All kango's stein massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Grass Roots record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
The Barracudas,
Sex Pistols,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Lungfish,
Ronnie Foster,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
Popol Vuh,
Marvin Gaye,
Nation of Ulysses,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Can,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter & Gordon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
Alton Ellis,
Boredoms,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anakelly,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ten City,
the Germs,
Visage,
Minutemen,
The Associates,
Fluxion,
The United States of America,
Bill Near,
Godley & Creme,
Gichy Dan,
The J.B.'s,
The Moody Blues,
Sixth Finger,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Gun Club,
The Doors,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scion,
Lee Hazlewood,
One Last Wish,
Blossom Toes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
The Names,
Brothers Johnson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.