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 Belgium and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Germs to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
Terry Callier,
The Index,
The Durutti Column,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fatback Band,
Junior Murvin,
Barrington Levy,
The Barracudas,
Sugar Minott,
Malaria!,
K-Klass,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sarah Menescal,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radio Birdman,
Television,
Minor Threat,
Sex Pistols,
Idris Muhammad,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tom Boy,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Monolake,
Laurel Aitken,
Pantytec,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Q65,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
Con Funk Shun,
Prince Buster,
Marmalade,
Ossler,
Scan 7,
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
Pagans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Sixth Finger,
Fela Kuti,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.