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 Nigeria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord 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 Qualms 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Freddie Wadling,
Ten City,
EPMD,
Visage,
June Days,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Moon,
The Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
K-Klass,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Velvet Underground,
Radio Birdman,
The Doors,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Knickerbockers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Little Man,
Niagra,
John Lydon,
Gichy Dan,
The Count Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
Fela Kuti,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Parry Music,
Ronan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal,
Ludus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MC5,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donald Byrd,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Liliput,
Matthew Bourne,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
Neu!,
Average White Band,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marine Girls,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.