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 Spain and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 K-Klass to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
A Certain Ratio,
Zapp,
Sight & Sound,
Wings,
Symarip,
Can,
Althea and Donna,
Mandrill,
Roxette,
Franke,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
Curtis Mayfield,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cluster,
Quantec,
Minutemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Duran Duran,
Fad Gadget,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Music Machine,
the Swans,
The Cure,
Yellowson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Soft Cell,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
EPMD,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Soul Sonic Force,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nick Fraelich,
Connie Case,
Index,
Jeff Lynne,
Todd Rundgren,
10cc,
The Knickerbockers,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
The Raincoats,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bootsy Collins,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.