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 Nauru and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the techno 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work 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?
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Rakim,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
Cheater Slicks,
Darondo,
Mo-Dettes,
The Barracudas,
Archie Shepp,
OOIOO,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rod Modell,
Liliput,
Deakin,
Ludus,
Mission of Burma,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
The Fall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mad Mike,
Peter and Kerry,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
48th St. Collective,
Bill Wells,
Kurtis Blow,
The Mummies,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Section 25,
Chrome,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
Maurizio,
Mark Hollis,
D'Angelo,
Roy Ayers,
Sandy B,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lou Christie,
Jacob Miller,
Kenny Larkin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
Deadbeat,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
New Order,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.