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 China and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Roy Ayers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All Steve Hackett tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Byron Stingily,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deadbeat,
Black Flag,
Lindisfarne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Country Teasers,
Cymande,
Roy Ayers,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-101,
Robert Hood,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gories,
New Order,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
Crooked Eye,
Scratch Acid,
Popol Vuh,
The Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
Bronski Beat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Infiniti,
Bad Manners,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Alice Coltrane,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
The Mummies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Altered Images,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
Cluster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Spoonie Gee,
the Germs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
KRS-One,
Crime,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.