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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 guitar 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 Fat Boys to the disco 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Jeru the Damaja,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Seeds,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rotary Connection,
Dennis Brown,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Underground Resistance,
Nico,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Clear Light,
Y Pants,
Don Cherry,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
Boz Scaggs,
The Real Kids,
The Mummies,
The Leaves,
Loose Ends,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
June Days,
Scrapy,
Buzzcocks,
Amon Düül,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Enemy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Little Man,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
Black Moon,
Derrick May,
Babytalk,
The Cramps,
Bluetip,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Circle Jerks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sandy B,
Brothers Johnson,
The Sound,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Royal Trux,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
The Selecter,
Lower 48,
Sex Pistols,
Lalo Schifrin,
Warsaw,
Wings,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Whodini,
Donny Hathaway,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.