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 Australia and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Associates 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
the Soft Cell,
Scratch Acid,
the Fania All-Stars,
Echospace,
Blossom Toes,
Hardrive,
Arab on Radar,
Joe Smooth,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Iggy Pop,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
ABC,
kango's stein massive,
Easy Going,
MDC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Wire,
Main Source,
Blake Baxter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Andrew Hill,
Vainqueur,
Roxy Music,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cybotron,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
Malaria!,
Suicide,
X-101,
Surgeon,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
the Normal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Harry Pussy,
Rakim,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
Matthew Bourne,
Piero Umiliani,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Swell Maps,
Letta Mbulu,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.