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 Rwanda and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 K-Klass to the disco 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Marc Almond,
This Heat,
Mission of Burma,
The Kinks,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
The Young Rascals,
Rakim,
Popol Vuh,
Banda Bassotti,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barry Ungar,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jacob Miller,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
Blake Baxter,
Colin Newman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
The Residents,
Rapeman,
Delta 5,
Maurizio,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
Grey Daturas,
Pylon,
The Music Machine,
Stiv Bators,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
Tommy Roe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Byrd,
Smog,
Brand Nubian,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Grauzone,
The Mummies,
Ultra Naté,
Con Funk Shun,
The American Breed,
Warsaw,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Image Ltd.,
T.S.O.L.,
Minny Pops,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tom Boy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Graham Central Station,
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.