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 Guinea-Bissau and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 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 Gabor Szabo to the electroclash 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Sun City Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake,
Drexciya,
Pagans,
Delta 5,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crooked Eye,
Nirvana,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smoke,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
Roxette,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
These Immortal Souls,
CMW,
Hasil Adkins,
ABC,
8 Eyed Spy,
David Bowie,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Velvet Underground,
Steve Hackett,
Vainqueur,
Basic Channel,
Matthew Bourne,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Index,
The Gories,
Andrew Hill,
Lou Christie,
Robert Görl,
Gang of Four,
The Selecter,
Marvin Gaye,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blackbyrds,
Brand Nubian,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ohio Players,
Nick Fraelich,
Faust,
Eric Copeland,
Rapeman,
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.