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 Serbia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 The Trojans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Reuben Wilson,
Tom Boy,
Franke,
Average White Band,
Blossom Toes,
10cc,
Youth Brigade,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
Sam Rivers,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
Bang On A Can,
Lindisfarne,
Con Funk Shun,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Glambeats Corp.,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
Pantytec,
Shuggie Otis,
Matthew Halsall,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Cluster,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
Visage,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Public Enemy,
Model 500,
The Raincoats,
Brass Construction,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ice-T,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Althea and Donna,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
KRS-One,
Depeche Mode,
a-ha,
Masters at Work,
Ken Boothe,
Hasil Adkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
MDC,
Lyres,
The Five Americans,
Toni Rubio,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.