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 Guyana and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Paris.
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 chamberlin 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 Black Sheep to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Basic Channel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Jacques Brel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Peter and Kerry,
Aaron Thompson,
Isaac Hayes,
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Shuggie Otis,
Sällskapet,
Marmalade,
Chrome,
Arcadia,
The Litter,
Radiopuhelimet,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
Hoover,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
The Cowsills,
The Gladiators,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
Tubeway Army,
Cecil Taylor,
Organ,
The Velvet Underground,
Qualms,
Ultra Naté,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
Icehouse,
The Standells,
Don Cherry,
Second Layer,
Bush Tetras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Freddie Wadling,
Can,
Joe Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
DNA,
The Five Americans,
Flash Fearless,
the Soft Cell,
Leonard Cohen,
AZ,
Skarface,
Lalann,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Hot Snakes,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Moon,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.