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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Gabor Szabo to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Unrelated Segments,
Stetsasonic,
Shoche,
Archie Shepp,
Dave Gahan,
The Cramps,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
48th St. Collective,
Ponytail,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
Crooked Eye,
Eden Ahbez,
Darondo,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
Nils Olav,
Monolake,
Eve St. Jones,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cheater Slicks,
Tears for Fears,
The Divine Comedy,
Dead Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Con Funk Shun,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Evens,
F. McDonald,
EPMD,
Althea and Donna,
The Fugs,
The Count Five,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage,
Magazine,
Lou Christie,
The Grass Roots,
Hasil Adkins,
Q and Not U,
Tim Buckley,
DNA,
Scientists,
The Sonics,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
Ludus,
Idris Muhammad,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.