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 Colombia and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alison Limerick to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Zeros,
Ultravox,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Swans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
X-102,
The Count Five,
Niagra,
Aloha Tigers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Hill,
Warsaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Urselle,
Pantaleimon,
Flipper,
Unwound,
Brand Nubian,
Nils Olav,
Magma,
The Smiths,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Bananas,
Easy Going,
Eli Mardock,
PIL,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
Skarface,
Parry Music,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Blake Baxter,
The Tremeloes,
Model 500,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Trojans,
The Real Kids,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
JFA,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.