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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Joyce Sims to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Girls At Our Best!. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Yaz,
John Lydon,
X-102,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
FM Einheit,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
Sugar Minott,
Funkadelic,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
Mars,
The Buckinghams,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mantronix,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gregory Isaacs,
Y Pants,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Altered Images,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
John Foxx,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Iggy Pop,
Alton Ellis,
The United States of America,
Charles Mingus,
Dawn Penn,
Brothers Johnson,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
Bluetip,
Drive Like Jehu,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band, Manfred Mann's Earth Band.
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.