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 China and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 James White and The Blacks to the funk 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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 J.B.'s,
Deepchord,
Eli Mardock,
Arcadia,
Depeche Mode,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camouflage,
World's Most,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
Absolute Body Control,
Nik Kershaw,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
Radio Birdman,
Supertramp,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
Erasure,
Robert Wyatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Style,
Minor Threat,
Japan,
Black Bananas,
Eden Ahbez,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Moleskins,
The Searchers,
Clear Light,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Metal Thangz,
Quadrant,
Porter Ricks,
Scientists,
Fugazi,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Hot Snakes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Y Pants,
Dual Sessions,
Amon Düül,
Cal Tjader,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Yazoo,
Sister Nancy,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.