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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Cramps to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Mission of Burma,
Niagra,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Clarke,
Fugazi,
Wings,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sparks,
Khruangbin,
Neu!,
Junior Murvin,
The Fugs,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
Y Pants,
John Cale,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erykah Badu,
Brick,
Sugar Minott,
Shoche,
Todd Rundgren,
John Foxx,
Judy Mowatt,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
Talk Talk,
Monolake,
Joyce Sims,
The Gories,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Con Funk Shun,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zero Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jacques Brel,
Heaven 17,
Letta Mbulu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Smiths,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Popol Vuh,
Juan Atkins,
The New Christs,
Stereo Dub,
Alton Ellis,
Yellowson,
Gong,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.