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 Argentina and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Skaos to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
DNA,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
Cymande,
Heaven 17,
The American Breed,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blancmange,
Grey Daturas,
Groovy Waters,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mr. Review,
June Days,
World's Most,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
Qualms,
Letta Mbulu,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pussy Galore,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
Radio Birdman,
The Smiths,
Wolf Eyes,
DJ Style,
Lucky Dragons,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lindisfarne,
The Golliwogs,
Animal Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Marine Girls,
Jeff Mills,
Newcleus,
Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Soulsonic Force,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Association,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
Clear Light,
Surgeon,
The J.B.'s,
Lou Christie,
Kas Product,
The Cowsills,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan,
Television Personalities,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.