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 United States and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 chamberlin 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 Adolescents to the jazz 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lou Reed,
Excepter,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
Eli Mardock,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Accadde A,
Erykah Badu,
Negative Approach,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
ABC,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Pantaleimon,
Pylon,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
Echospace,
Pagans,
Fad Gadget,
DJ Style,
the Fania All-Stars,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
AZ,
Theoretical Girls,
The Barracudas,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alphaville,
Gang Starr,
Howard Jones,
Wings,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
The Remains,
Pulsallama,
Masters at Work,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
Outsiders,
Letta Mbulu,
Fluxion,
Black Moon,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Dolphy,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
Circle Jerks,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.