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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 clarinet 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 Malaria! to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Subhumans,
Skarface,
The Dead C,
Rakim,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
Von Mondo,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
ABC,
Dennis Brown,
The Monks,
Chris Corsano,
Wings,
Lightning Bolt,
The Names,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erasure,
Technova,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ice-T,
The Happenings,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Neu!,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
Niagra,
Saccharine Trust,
Girls At Our Best!,
Unrelated Segments,
Supertramp,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythm & Sound,
John Coltrane,
Connie Case,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gichy Dan,
Faust,
L. Decosne,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.