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 El Salvador and from New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Magma to the jazz 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dual Sessions,
John Lydon,
Hot Snakes,
Crooked Eye,
Derrick Morgan,
Dawn Penn,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
Little Man,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
Pantytec,
The Martian,
Colin Newman,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
David Bowie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
Rites of Spring,
Black Pus,
DJ Style,
The Moleskins,
Kayak,
Radiohead,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Henry Cow,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
Byron Stingily,
Anakelly,
Michelle Simonal,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grauzone,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
Scott Walker,
Hardrive,
Harry Pussy,
The Busters,
Sarah Menescal,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Moss Icon,
Steve Hackett,
Gregory Isaacs,
UT,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Wire,
Thompson Twins,
Terry Callier,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.