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 Mexico and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Eric Dolphy to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Fugazi,
Quadrant,
Monolake,
Buzzcocks,
The Evens,
Chrome,
Moebius,
Faraquet,
The Happenings,
the Germs,
OOIOO,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
Minor Threat,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
Anthony Braxton,
New York Dolls,
Sugar Minott,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oneida,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
Sun City Girls,
The Index,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tears for Fears,
Tom Boy,
Quantec,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
Mantronix,
Panda Bear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Erykah Badu,
Groovy Waters,
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nas,
Chris & Cosey,
The Buckinghams,
Junior Murvin,
Alphaville,
Pharoah Sanders,
Adolescents,
Black Sheep,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source,
The Flesh Eaters,
Freddie Wadling,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.