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 Ivory Coast and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grime 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Camberwell Now tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Minny Pops,
Alice Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Saints,
Susan Cadogan,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Happenings,
Oneida,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jawbox,
Sister Nancy,
the Association,
Mad Mike,
The United States of America,
Mission of Burma,
The Monks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers,
The Index,
Steve Hackett,
Tubeway Army,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Green,
Y Pants,
Ituana,
Agent Orange,
Aural Exciters,
June Days,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ludus,
Thee Headcoats,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Massinfluence,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
Swell Maps,
Jandek,
Skarface,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Names,
Don Cherry,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rapeman,
Donald Byrd,
Jeff Mills,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
The Associates,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.