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 Bhutan and from London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Schoolly D to the grime 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fluxion 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 a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Blues Magoos,
10cc,
Marmalade,
The Kinks,
A Certain Ratio,
Darondo,
Brand Nubian,
Duran Duran,
Ice-T,
Sound Behaviour,
Funky Four + One,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Doors,
Wire,
Eric Copeland,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
Robert Hood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slave,
Pole,
Bang On A Can,
Fluxion,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Infiniti,
Reuben Wilson,
Siglo XX,
The Fall,
Unwound,
The Angels of Light,
The Slackers,
Marc Almond,
Sun Ra,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Technova,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MC5,
John Holt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gichy Dan,
Y Pants,
The Monks,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.