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 Germany and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Mo-Dettes to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Crime,
Wings,
Liliput,
Ludus,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Barracudas,
Nik Kershaw,
Prince Buster,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
Maurizio,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Moon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Al Stewart,
Marc Almond,
Black Sheep,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sonics,
The Last Poets,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
L. Decosne,
The Pop Group,
D'Angelo,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
Byron Stingily,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Mills,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
Aswad,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Byrd,
cv313,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
a-ha,
Newcleus,
Harmonia,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
MC5,
Gong,
Brass Construction,
Donald Byrd,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.