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 Mauritania and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Surgeon to the jazz 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Can,
The Human League,
Smog,
Ronnie Foster,
Junior Murvin,
Bang On A Can,
The Victims,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Hot Snakes,
Q and Not U,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Vogues,
K-Klass,
Trumans Water,
Los Fastidios,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
Pantytec,
Danielle Patucci,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Dead C,
John Cale,
Howard Jones,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Thompson Twins,
Patti Smith,
Michelle Simonal,
Laurel Aitken,
Niagra,
The Golliwogs,
June of 44,
Faust,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Donald Byrd,
Marvin Gaye,
John Holt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mr. Review,
Young Marble Giants,
Skriet,
Bootsy Collins,
Barrington Levy,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.