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 Uganda and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Avey Tare to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Zero Boys,
LL Cool J,
The Divine Comedy,
Boz Scaggs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maurizio,
Davy DMX,
The Dirtbombs,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
The Real Kids,
The Fugs,
Deadbeat,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sonic Youth,
The Five Americans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James White and The Blacks,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
Underground Resistance,
DJ Style,
These Immortal Souls,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
Jacques Brel,
The Smoke,
Pere Ubu,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
The Raincoats,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Clarke,
Shuggie Otis,
Donny Hathaway,
Derrick Morgan,
Arab on Radar,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.