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 Estonia and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the electroclash 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 Aural Exciters. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
ABBA,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
Rod Modell,
The American Breed,
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Freddie Wadling,
Desert Stars,
Unwound,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Flag,
Talk Talk,
Funkadelic,
The Saints,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Leaves,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Robert Wyatt,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Arcadia,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Index,
The Young Rascals,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Germs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Donald Byrd,
Icehouse,
Lower 48,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quando Quango,
Scrapy,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
The Last Poets,
JFA,
Minutemen,
Sun City Girls,
Gang Starr,
Audionom,
Scott Walker,
Joe Smooth,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bob Dylan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joe Finger,
Buzzcocks,
Agitation Free,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.