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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Piero Umiliani to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Chrome,
Bobby Sherman,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Qualms,
Slave,
Nas,
The Leaves,
The Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Ronan,
Patti Smith,
The Dead C,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Eric Dolphy,
Juan Atkins,
The Smiths,
Bob Dylan,
Prince Buster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marvin Gaye,
The Velvet Underground,
K-Klass,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Joe Finger,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-Ray Spex,
Erykah Badu,
The Monks,
The Happenings,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
The Kinks,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
Darondo,
the Swans,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultra Naté,
Bronski Beat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.