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 Spain and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Camouflage to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lindisfarne,
Inner City,
Nils Olav,
Cymande,
Scion,
The Star Department,
Sonic Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Blossom Toes,
Das Ding,
Alphaville,
The Stooges,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sarah Menescal,
Camouflage,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ice-T,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Infiniti,
Fela Kuti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Jacques Brel,
Hardrive,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fall,
The Knickerbockers,
A Certain Ratio,
New Age Steppers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
Slick Rick,
The Evens,
Aswad,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cowsills,
Judy Mowatt,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Fraelich,
Rapeman,
Derrick May,
ABBA,
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rosa Yemen,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
The Gun Club,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.