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 Syria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Babytalk to the crunk 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
a-ha,
Scion,
Nils Olav,
The New Christs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kerri Chandler,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Bauhaus,
Thompson Twins,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
The Moody Blues,
The Dirtbombs,
Heaven 17,
Rufus Thomas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
U.S. Maple,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
Toni Rubio,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Rundgren,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Donny Hathaway,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Simply Red,
Bobby Womack,
Ohio Players,
Warsaw,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joyce Sims,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.