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 Ireland and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Sonny Sharrock to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minor Threat,
Organ,
Robert Görl,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Sherman,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Invisible,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Babytalk,
Barry Ungar,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
ABBA,
Make Up,
Mo-Dettes,
Quantec,
The Dirtbombs,
Liliput,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tubeway Army,
The Names,
The Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Mills,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
Josef K,
Roxette,
The Fuzztones,
Bobby Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Swell Maps,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brick,
The Young Rascals,
Fat Boys,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hasil Adkins,
Stetsasonic,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Slits,
The Barracudas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic,
Intrusion,
OOIOO,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
Interpol,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.