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 Liberia 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Colin Newman to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Faust,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
Magma,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
Spoonie Gee,
Subhumans,
Circle Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
Byron Stingily,
DJ Sneak,
Donny Hathaway,
the Swans,
Crash Course in Science,
Tommy Roe,
Idris Muhammad,
Carl Craig,
Bauhaus,
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Offenders,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jandek,
New York Dolls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Move,
Grauzone,
LL Cool J,
Sun Ra,
Black Pus,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Pole,
Thee Headcoats,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erasure,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
The Star Department,
AZ,
Niagra,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
Marcia Griffiths,
Hardrive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
David Axelrod,
June of 44,
Funkadelic,
Danielle Patucci,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.