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 Korea South and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Spoonie Gee to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Wings,
Sex Pistols,
Morten Harket,
Graham Central Station,
Sarah Menescal,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
The Fortunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Johnny Osbourne,
Iggy Pop,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cecil Taylor,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Tom Boy,
Letta Mbulu,
Junior Murvin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
the Normal,
The Blues Magoos,
Gang Green,
Ituana,
Janne Schatter,
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
Todd Terry,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
Lower 48,
Crash Course in Science,
John Holt,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Red Krayola,
Dual Sessions,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
Kas Product,
Shuggie Otis,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
Marc Almond,
June Days,
The Pop Group,
Carl Craig,
Michelle Simonal,
Schoolly D,
Fatback Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Avey Tare,
The Barracudas,
The Beau Brummels,
Cameo,
The Fuzztones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy, The Peanut Butter Conspiracy.
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.