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 Mexico 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sonny Sharrock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
The Dead C,
The Gap Band,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
X-Ray Spex,
John Holt,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lightning Bolt,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cheater Slicks,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
Bronski Beat,
Peter & Gordon,
Suburban Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bad Manners,
EPMD,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Das Ding,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rufus Thomas,
Excepter,
Von Mondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Andrew Hill,
Joy Division,
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
Radiohead,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
Gang of Four,
Model 500,
Flamin' Groovies,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Blossom Toes,
Khruangbin,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
Young Marble Giants,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
Yellowson,
Lou Christie,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.