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 Norway and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grime 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 Scratch Acid. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Negative Approach,
The New Christs,
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Connie Case,
Gregory Isaacs,
Black Flag,
Second Layer,
Bobby Womack,
Traffic Nightmare,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
Wolf Eyes,
Rakim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Leonard Cohen,
Amazonics,
Ken Boothe,
JFA,
Neu!,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eli Mardock,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
Lakeside,
New York Dolls,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
Crash Course in Science,
The Trojans,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
Bad Manners,
Roxy Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Marine Girls,
Cybotron,
Tommy Roe,
Motorama,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
CMW,
Barry Ungar,
Mary Jane Girls,
Minny Pops,
The Real Kids,
Duran Duran,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
The Victims,
John Foxx,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.