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 Tajikistan and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro 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 Ponytail to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Royal Trux. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Quantec,
Prince Buster,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sun City Girls,
Kool Moe Dee,
Metal Thangz,
Ludus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grey Daturas,
Accadde A,
Terry Callier,
AZ,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Model 500,
Warsaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Danielle Patucci,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
Johnny Osbourne,
Erykah Badu,
Scientists,
Pylon,
Ten City,
Soft Machine,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
China Crisis,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Jacques Brel,
Janne Schatter,
Eddi Front,
Royal Trux,
The Remains,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Gang Starr,
David Axelrod,
X-Ray Spex,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
The Mojo Men,
Loose Ends,
The Misunderstood,
Sound Behaviour,
Television Personalities,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
Slick Rick,
Funky Four + One,
Howard Jones,
Fat Boys,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.