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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk 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 The Techniques. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
Oneida,
Kurtis Blow,
Angry Samoans,
Los Fastidios,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
Marvin Gaye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiohead,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
Nils Olav,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
June of 44,
Scott Walker,
James White and The Blacks,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rhythm & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
John Foxx,
Thompson Twins,
Pole,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Warren Ellis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall,
Boredoms,
The Blackbyrds,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
the Human League,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Kaleidoscope,
Mo-Dettes,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joensuu 1685,
Lungfish,
Ludus,
Yaz,
Ossler,
The Last Poets,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
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.