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 Guyana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Invisible to the rap 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
The Blackbyrds,
Unrelated Segments,
Idris Muhammad,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ornette Coleman,
Brand Nubian,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
Surgeon,
Donald Byrd,
Skaos,
Popol Vuh,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
The Velvet Underground,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swell Maps,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Style,
Hashim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter and Kerry,
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
Lakeside,
Tubeway Army,
Maurizio,
the Bar-Kays,
The Pop Group,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Eurythmics,
Cybotron,
Rapeman,
The Divine Comedy,
Delta 5,
Josef K,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
Pylon,
Prince Buster,
Amon Düül II,
Gichy Dan,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
T.S.O.L.,
Cluster,
The Dead C,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.