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 Montenegro and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Rekid to the grime 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reuben Wilson,
Maleditus Sound,
New Order,
The Wake,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scientists,
The Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Swans,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
Hoover,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gabor Szabo,
Mark Hollis,
The Smiths,
The Trojans,
Zero Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Altered Images,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Swans,
China Crisis,
Technova,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
Agent Orange,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Pop Group,
New York Dolls,
Roxette,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
KRS-One,
Index,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
The Blues Magoos,
Funky Four + One,
Supertramp,
The Raincoats,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America,
the Fania All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spoonie Gee,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.