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 Turkey and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Fat Boys to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultra Naté record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
The Birthday Party,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
Sonic Youth,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Alice Coltrane,
Lindisfarne,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oblivians,
Moss Icon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Chris Corsano,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Hoover,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
Index,
Sugar Minott,
Hot Snakes,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
Banda Bassotti,
Rufus Thomas,
Aloha Tigers,
Intrusion,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Skarface,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
The Fugs,
Amazonics,
Blossom Toes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
Can,
Wolf Eyes,
The Walker Brothers,
DNA,
Lou Reed,
Icehouse,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Victims,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Divine Comedy,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.