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 Afghanistan and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Offenders to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul II Soul,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roxy Music,
Tomorrow,
Vainqueur,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
Hot Snakes,
James White and The Blacks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Evens,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Lalann,
Ronan,
Heaven 17,
The Star Department,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Pop Group,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
LL Cool J,
The Red Krayola,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bronski Beat,
Michelle Simonal,
Bang On A Can,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Harry Pussy,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Cal Tjader,
Curtis Mayfield,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Clear Light,
The Slits,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Slick Rick,
JFA,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.