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 Zimbabwe and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Byron Stingily 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Matthew Bourne,
B.T. Express,
Section 25,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
Lungfish,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Hood,
Guru Guru,
Anthony Braxton,
X-102,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Little Man,
Q65,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
The Kinks,
10cc,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Red Krayola,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Yaz,
Patti Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick Morgan,
Faust,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Copeland,
Von Mondo,
A Certain Ratio,
Letta Mbulu,
John Cale,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
The Index,
Radiohead,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
Suburban Knight,
Parry Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sound Behaviour,
James White and The Blacks,
Man Parrish,
Sun City Girls,
Sällskapet,
the Swans,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.