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 Zimbabwe and from Paris.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wasted Youth to the jazz 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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fugs,
Altered Images,
Tropical Tobacco,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Theoretical Girls,
Davy DMX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lungfish,
The Buckinghams,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Minutemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
Second Layer,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
Warren Ellis,
Excepter,
Pylon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
Bush Tetras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jacques Brel,
Man Parrish,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David Axelrod,
LL Cool J,
Faraquet,
Bobby Byrd,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marine Girls,
UT,
Neil Young,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
T. Rex,
Erasure,
Goldenarms,
Electric Prunes,
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
Das Ding,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Mummies,
The Standells,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
Arcadia,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Faust,
Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A, Accadde A.
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.