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 Indonesia and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Donald Fagen 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 Tubeway Army to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
The Real Kids,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stiv Bators,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
Aural Exciters,
Slick Rick,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Technova,
The Searchers,
The Selecter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gun Club,
Ken Boothe,
Joe Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Trumans Water,
The Tremeloes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fluxion,
Boredoms,
Unrelated Segments,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cramps,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Metal Thangz,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Chris Corsano,
Marshall Jefferson,
T. Rex,
CMW,
Morten Harket,
Susan Cadogan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Blues Magoos,
Zapp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.