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 Mongolia and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lindisfarne to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Mars,
Vladislav Delay,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Blancmange,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Slick Rick,
Pet Shop Boys,
F. McDonald,
Lightning Bolt,
Sight & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
The Leaves,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Country Teasers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Real Kids,
Soft Machine,
Youth Brigade,
The Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra,
The Buckinghams,
Ronnie Foster,
Eurythmics,
Camberwell Now,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
Wally Richardson,
Ossler,
Mad Mike,
The Slackers,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
D'Angelo,
Gang Starr,
The Cure,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
X-101,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pussy Galore,
The Gun Club,
Nas,
Pylon,
The Standells,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wire,
Lou Reed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Inner City,
The Litter,
Joe Finger,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.