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 Serbia and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Henry Cow to the funk 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
a-ha,
Suicide,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Flipper,
Faust,
Dark Day,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
Duran Duran,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Sam Rivers,
Judy Mowatt,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gil Scott Heron,
Intrusion,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Spoonie Gee,
Flash Fearless,
Ultra Naté,
Mandrill,
Rapeman,
Steve Hackett,
Minny Pops,
The Stooges,
The Leaves,
Glambeats Corp.,
kango's stein massive,
Hardrive,
Con Funk Shun,
Angry Samoans,
Desert Stars,
Cluster,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Machine,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Fortunes,
The Doors,
Ultimate Spinach,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
Television,
Chrome,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
Crash Course in Science,
Amazonics,
The Gun Club,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.