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 Ivory Coast and from Houston.
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 London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Lindisfarne to the grime 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Anthony Braxton,
X-Ray Spex,
Mo-Dettes,
The Skatalites,
The Associates,
The Fall,
LL Cool J,
Q65,
The Offenders,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camberwell Now,
Mission of Burma,
Agitation Free,
Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
Brand Nubian,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dave Clark Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Arab on Radar,
Moby Grape,
Nico,
The Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Shuggie Otis,
Dark Day,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
Suicide,
Unwound,
David Bowie,
Lindisfarne,
Black Bananas,
Ituana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Althea and Donna,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Magma,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
The Toasters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sister Nancy,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
Au Pairs,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.