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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-101 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Anthony Braxton,
Sexual Harrassment,
Patti Smith,
Curtis Mayfield,
Prince Buster,
B.T. Express,
Junior Murvin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Görl,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DNA,
Ponytail,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
Depeche Mode,
Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
June Days,
Thompson Twins,
Pylon,
Man Eating Sloth,
Main Source,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Trojans,
Slick Rick,
UT,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Bananas,
Wings,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
The Evens,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Masters at Work,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mo-Dettes,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Smoke,
kango's stein massive,
Pussy Galore,
Marc Almond,
The Names,
The Fall,
Bauhaus,
Amazonics,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dave Gahan,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.