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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Robert Hood to the electroclash 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Royal Trux,
Joe Smooth,
Mantronix,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Alice Coltrane,
Scrapy,
John Foxx,
Donny Hathaway,
Shoche,
Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Mummies,
Can,
Reagan Youth,
Con Funk Shun,
Michelle Simonal,
Erasure,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Hoover,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
Simply Red,
Roxy Music,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
Mad Mike,
Popol Vuh,
Dark Day,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minor Threat,
Au Pairs,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Radiohead,
Organ,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kerri Chandler,
Barry Ungar,
E-Dancer,
Eli Mardock,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
Flash Fearless,
Sister Nancy,
The Last Poets,
Rakim,
Dave Gahan,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
Y Pants,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.