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 Korea South and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Eric Copeland to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Nation of Ulysses,
Stiv Bators,
The Fortunes,
Todd Terry,
Rapeman,
Aswad,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Agitation Free,
Steve Hackett,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vainqueur,
Babytalk,
Grey Daturas,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
A Certain Ratio,
Aural Exciters,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ultra Naté,
Groovy Waters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harmonia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Basic Channel,
Deepchord,
Faust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Gichy Dan,
Iggy Pop,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Make Up,
Avey Tare,
Scrapy,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Brand Nubian,
Con Funk Shun,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Motorama,
Bobby Byrd,
The Cowsills,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.