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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Judy Mowatt to the dance 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yellowson,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
Boz Scaggs,
The Smiths,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Age Steppers,
Steve Hackett,
Roxette,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slave,
The Leaves,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zapp,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Drive Like Jehu,
Delta 5,
Rod Modell,
Magazine,
Lindisfarne,
Jeff Mills,
X-102,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker,
Saccharine Trust,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gories,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
Sonic Youth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Outsiders,
Rakim,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marmalade,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
Black Flag,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
Royal Trux,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
The Evens,
Barrington Levy,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
The Gladiators,
Bluetip,
Bobby Byrd,
The Velvet Underground,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.