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 Belarus and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Standells 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Symarip,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Sällskapet,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry's Kids,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Near,
Yellowson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
Amazonics,
Connie Case,
Oneida,
The Residents,
Yusef Lateef,
Bad Manners,
The Angels of Light,
Terry Callier,
Bang On A Can,
Clear Light,
Cymande,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Rosa Yemen,
Black Flag,
The Skatalites,
Robert Wyatt,
Fugazi,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Soulsonic Force,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Panda Bear,
Mark Hollis,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Prince Buster,
Susan Cadogan,
Josef K,
The Wake,
Tubeway Army,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Dawn Penn,
The Cosmic Jokers,
LL Cool J,
The Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.