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 Chad and from Taipei.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Spoonie Gee to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Infiniti,
The Neon Judgement,
Electric Prunes,
Tom Boy,
DJ Style,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Supertramp,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
Drexciya,
X-101,
Bang On A Can,
Marine Girls,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Human League,
Gichy Dan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cecil Taylor,
Parry Music,
The Gladiators,
Crime,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Wyatt,
The Motions,
The Names,
E-Dancer,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sandy B,
In Retrospect,
Stiv Bators,
Sugar Minott,
Barrington Levy,
Magma,
The Shadows of Knight,
Spandau Ballet,
Lalo Schifrin,
Echospace,
Reagan Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Whodini,
Skriet,
Buzzcocks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Green,
Iggy Pop,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
Negative Approach,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.