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 Fiji and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan 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?
Jacob Miller,
The Associates,
Bill Wells,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Procol Harum,
Sexual Harrassment,
Saccharine Trust,
China Crisis,
New York Dolls,
Scott Walker,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roger Hodgson,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cure,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brothers Johnson,
Spoonie Gee,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
The J.B.'s,
Pylon,
the Bar-Kays,
Tres Demented,
Robert Görl,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Move,
Tom Boy,
Tomorrow,
Sound Behaviour,
Yaz,
Laurel Aitken,
Yazoo,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Trumans Water,
UT,
Mary Jane Girls,
Andrew Hill,
Piero Umiliani,
Morten Harket,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Babytalk,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lower 48,
The Stooges,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Maurizio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.