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 Liechtenstein and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Surgeon to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scan 7,
Joey Negro,
Unrelated Segments,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funkadelic,
KRS-One,
Crash Course in Science,
June Days,
Crime,
T. Rex,
Faraquet,
ABBA,
Inner City,
Sarah Menescal,
Ultravox,
The Residents,
Half Japanese,
Juan Atkins,
Sparks,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
D'Angelo,
Average White Band,
Idris Muhammad,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
Yaz,
The Star Department,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
Toni Rubio,
Talk Talk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Warsaw,
Bobby Byrd,
Freddie Wadling,
Grauzone,
Radiohead,
Robert Wyatt,
Fela Kuti,
The Cure,
Groovy Waters,
FM Einheit,
the Germs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Erykah Badu,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
Swell Maps,
Black Bananas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Black Flag,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wire,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.