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 New York.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
The Selecter,
Barbara Tucker,
Flipper,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kayak,
The Residents,
Charles Mingus,
Scion,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
Aloha Tigers,
Tom Boy,
Icehouse,
A Certain Ratio,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cal Tjader,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skarface,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arthur Verocai,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Sonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Monks,
Brand Nubian,
The Electric Prunes,
Mission of Burma,
Ice-T,
Bizarre Inc.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fugazi,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zapp,
David McCallum,
Yazoo,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
Guru Guru,
Tomorrow,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fugs,
Max Romeo,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
La Düsseldorf,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quantec,
Smog,
Stereo Dub,
Boogie Down Productions,
Black Moon,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.