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 Kazakhstan and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jimmy McGriff to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
The Zeros,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Malaria!,
One Last Wish,
CMW,
Alison Limerick,
Jacques Brel,
Inner City,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deakin,
Skaos,
Derrick May,
Ossler,
Camouflage,
The Real Kids,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
Thompson Twins,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Gories,
Pere Ubu,
Skarface,
Jacob Miller,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fire Engines,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Peter and Kerry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pulsallama,
The Dirtbombs,
Young Marble Giants,
Rakim,
K-Klass,
June Days,
Toni Rubio,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
Moby Grape,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Mills,
the Normal,
The Motions,
John Coltrane,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
Jandek,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
Bill Wells,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Barry Ungar,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.