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 Japan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 E-Dancer to the rap 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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
Metal Thangz,
Suicide,
Can,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
Gregory Isaacs,
Von Mondo,
The Doors,
Pantytec,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Pop Group,
Nas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scientists,
The Slackers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hashim,
Fela Kuti,
Livin' Joy,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
Blake Baxter,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
F. McDonald,
Ronnie Foster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
Fugazi,
Arab on Radar,
Crooked Eye,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
Rotary Connection,
Procol Harum,
the Normal,
The Blues Magoos,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Dolphy,
MC5,
Bizarre Inc.,
Q and Not U,
Black Sheep,
Patti Smith,
World's Most,
Eurythmics,
Echospace,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Flash Fearless,
Avey Tare,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.