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 Moldova and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord 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 Deakin to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
Excepter,
The Searchers,
Zapp,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arcadia,
Roxy Music,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blancmange,
Fat Boys,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
X-101,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Andrew Hill,
New Age Steppers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Minor Threat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ornette Coleman,
Erykah Badu,
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
Shoche,
Hashim,
Unrelated Segments,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
The Tremeloes,
The Real Kids,
Jawbox,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
Cybotron,
Yaz,
Siglo XX,
Liliput,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.