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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the electroclash 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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Smoke,
Lindisfarne,
Smog,
The Fire Engines,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Glenn Branca,
Circle Jerks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Boz Scaggs,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Junior Murvin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Graham Central Station,
E-Dancer,
the Swans,
Television Personalities,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
Con Funk Shun,
Zero Boys,
Gong,
The Trojans,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Piero Umiliani,
Organ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Stockholm Monsters,
Motorama,
The Slackers,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
Index,
R.M.O.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
JFA,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
Gang Green,
Skaos,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Sister Nancy,
The Divine Comedy,
Wally Richardson,
Howard Jones,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
The Sound,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.