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 Tunisia and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Simply Red to the crunk 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chrome,
Stetsasonic,
Guru Guru,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rapeman,
Todd Rundgren,
Excepter,
Magma,
Soft Cell,
Shuggie Otis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Spoonie Gee,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Television,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
The Fire Engines,
Max Romeo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Interpol,
Gong,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Crooked Eye,
Basic Channel,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Ohio Players,
Black Pus,
Lakeside,
Ultravox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Don Cherry,
Stiv Bators,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Associates,
Sandy B,
David Axelrod,
Zapp,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
Chris Corsano,
Deadbeat,
Idris Muhammad,
Tommy Roe,
Prince Buster,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.