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 Norway and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Smoke to the techno 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Drexciya,
Japan,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Detroit Cobras,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sandy B,
The Black Dice,
Monolake,
X-102,
Lou Reed,
The Real Kids,
Sarah Menescal,
Scientists,
Maleditus Sound,
Simply Red,
Warren Ellis,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
Alice Coltrane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Amon Düül,
June Days,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minutemen,
KRS-One,
Colin Newman,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu,
Accadde A,
The Remains,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Peter & Gordon,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Beau Brummels,
DNA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Chris & Cosey,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Bananas,
Ultravox,
The Monks,
Minny Pops,
Pantaleimon,
The Doors,
Rotary Connection,
Q and Not U,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.