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 Argentina and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Skatalites to the crunk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
The Dave Clark Five,
Brothers Johnson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Darondo,
Minny Pops,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
The Real Kids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Byrd,
Niagra,
Rakim,
Arcadia,
Rapeman,
Das Ding,
Black Bananas,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Stockholm Monsters,
One Last Wish,
The Electric Prunes,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
Agitation Free,
The Residents,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pylon,
Fat Boys,
Joyce Sims,
the Association,
Television Personalities,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
Cheater Slicks,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
This Heat,
Model 500,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Outsiders,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
Ossler,
Tears for Fears,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Human League,
David McCallum,
Todd Terry,
The Gun Club,
Mission of Burma,
Sight & Sound,
UT,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.