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 Malawi and from Mexico City.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 The Slits to the jazz 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Tommy Roe,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bootsy Collins,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kool Moe Dee,
Avey Tare,
Curtis Mayfield,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crash Course in Science,
Popol Vuh,
Fugazi,
In Retrospect,
Infiniti,
The Moody Blues,
Crispian St. Peters,
Wire,
Roy Ayers,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
Godley & Creme,
Man Parrish,
Kayak,
Crime,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
D'Angelo,
Albert Ayler,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Evens,
Con Funk Shun,
Aloha Tigers,
Unrelated Segments,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Stereo Dub,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Swell Maps,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Agent Orange,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wings,
June of 44,
Grauzone,
U.S. Maple,
John Foxx,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.