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 Haiti and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Doobie Brothers to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fire Engines,
Chrome,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gong,
Spoonie Gee,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Clear Light,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Associates,
Boredoms,
Don Cherry,
MC5,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eve St. Jones,
Bill Near,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Warsaw,
Sällskapet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donny Hathaway,
Maurizio,
The Martian,
Albert Ayler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
Main Source,
Erykah Badu,
The Black Dice,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Iggy Pop,
Section 25,
Zapp,
Graham Central Station,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
Slick Rick,
Gang Gang Dance,
Masters at Work,
Ossler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skriet,
Audionom,
Terry Callier,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.