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 Ireland and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
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 güiro 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 Nik Kershaw to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Delon & Dalcan. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
Graham Central Station,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scrapy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jawbox,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
The Monks,
Ultravox,
Inner City,
Model 500,
Deadbeat,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rakim,
Neil Young,
Heaven 17,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Junior Murvin,
Bobby Byrd,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Moody Blues,
Lyres,
Eric B and Rakim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
Youth Brigade,
The Seeds,
Lalann,
The Red Krayola,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Dennis Brown,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
Man Parrish,
Altered Images,
Rufus Thomas,
Kerri Chandler,
Radio Birdman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.