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 Iraq and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lou Christie. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Henry Cow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Althea and Donna,
La Düsseldorf,
John Coltrane,
Robert Wyatt,
Lyres,
Jacques Brel,
Japan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Little Man,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hoover,
Slave,
Motorama,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
The Real Kids,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
Organ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Dave Gahan,
Sam Rivers,
Sight & Sound,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
Eric B and Rakim,
Desert Stars,
Rod Modell,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mojo Men,
Frankie Knuckles,
Make Up,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minutemen,
Minny Pops,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Loose Ends,
The Trojans,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gap Band,
Eve St. Jones,
Glenn Branca,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.