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 Morocco and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Bobby Womack to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Funkadelic,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
Amazonics,
Inner City,
Niagra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joensuu 1685,
Sparks,
Tim Buckley,
Alison Limerick,
June Days,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Don Cherry,
Bill Near,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Byrd,
MC5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Man Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Black Sheep,
The Last Poets,
The Blues Magoos,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
Gang Starr,
Television Personalities,
The Angels of Light,
Crooked Eye,
Terry Callier,
Blake Baxter,
Deadbeat,
Duran Duran,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
Heaven 17,
Aaron Thompson,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minny Pops,
The Mojo Men,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bluetip,
Basic Channel,
PIL,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Juan Atkins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zero Boys,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cymande,
Wings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angry Samoans,
Anthony Braxton,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.