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 Somalia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 chamberlin 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 Marine Girls to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Nirvana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Japan,
Arab on Radar,
The Slackers,
Harry Pussy,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
Agent Orange,
Angry Samoans,
The Cure,
Hoover,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
Man Eating Sloth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moleskins,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
Pantaleimon,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Chris Corsano,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
Moss Icon,
Ronnie Foster,
KRS-One,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Misunderstood,
Al Stewart,
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Mars,
Roxette,
The Slits,
The Kinks,
Easy Going,
Hasil Adkins,
The Grass Roots,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
The Standells,
The Zeros,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool Moe Dee,
John Foxx,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.