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 Bulgaria and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Smog to the funk 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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Negative Approach,
Newcleus,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
Icehouse,
Sparks,
Whodini,
Steve Hackett,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Birthday Party,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Foxx,
Funky Four + One,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
Dave Gahan,
World's Most,
Sight & Sound,
Infiniti,
Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
8 Eyed Spy,
Suburban Knight,
Intrusion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
The American Breed,
Alice Coltrane,
Magazine,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lightning Bolt,
The Standells,
E-Dancer,
Sound Behaviour,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Smiths,
kango's stein massive,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Severed Heads,
Gastr Del Sol,
Dennis Brown,
Model 500,
Scientists,
The New Christs,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.