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 Guatemala and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
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 harpsichord 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 The Wake to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Warsaw,
Pantaleimon,
MDC,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Blackbyrds,
Model 500,
Ultra Naté,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
The Divine Comedy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eli Mardock,
Bill Near,
Bauhaus,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Whodini,
Mars,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bobby Womack,
Charles Mingus,
Au Pairs,
Byron Stingily,
The Move,
Jerry's Kids,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soul II Soul,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Newcleus,
Grauzone,
Gabor Szabo,
Janne Schatter,
The United States of America,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
The Martian,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Gories,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Pus,
Gong,
DNA,
The Searchers,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.