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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
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 linndrum 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 Gabor Szabo to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Yazoo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monochrome Set,
Aswad,
Reuben Wilson,
Hashim,
Cheater Slicks,
Mandrill,
the Slits,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
Johnny Osbourne,
Oneida,
The Searchers,
New Age Steppers,
Scion,
Schoolly D,
Lower 48,
Massinfluence,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rapeman,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
The New Christs,
Scrapy,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
Pole,
Adolescents,
Chris & Cosey,
Moby Grape,
Slave,
Q65,
Ten City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
DJ Sneak,
David McCallum,
Hoover,
Roy Ayers,
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eli Mardock,
The Trojans,
Bauhaus,
Popol Vuh,
New Order,
The Cramps,
Girls At Our Best!,
Reagan Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kurtis Blow,
Das Ding,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.