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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Easy Going to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Sexual Harrassment,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Red Krayola,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
FM Einheit,
Todd Terry,
Nas,
The Fuzztones,
Joy Division,
Robert Wyatt,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lindisfarne,
Dark Day,
R.M.O.,
The Barracudas,
Dave Gahan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
Bobby Sherman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chrome,
Masters at Work,
These Immortal Souls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blancmange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
H. Thieme,
Main Source,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Evens,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Boz Scaggs,
Easy Going,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mummies,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Parry Music,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
The Detroit Cobras,
E-Dancer,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Dead C,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers,
Moss Icon,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
Harmonia,
Pantytec,
John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon, John Lydon.
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.