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 Thailand and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kaleidoscope to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
New Order,
Malaria!,
Con Funk Shun,
Anthony Braxton,
The Doors,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Alison Limerick,
Siglo XX,
Guru Guru,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
Piero Umiliani,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wings,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
Das Ding,
The Electric Prunes,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Sister Nancy,
the Slits,
Nas,
Ronan,
Charles Mingus,
Sixth Finger,
Scion,
Symarip,
Josef K,
Mission of Burma,
Motorama,
Gichy Dan,
Matthew Halsall,
Bobby Byrd,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lungfish,
L. Decosne,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Maurizio,
Vainqueur,
Connie Case,
The Wake,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nirvana,
Albert Ayler,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.