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 Zimbabwe and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the funk 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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Nirvana,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hardrive,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brick,
The Monks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scott Walker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Con Funk Shun,
The Count Five,
Minutemen,
Lalann,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
The Residents,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
New Order,
Sex Pistols,
Warsaw,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Arthur Verocai,
June of 44,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
John Lydon,
Dawn Penn,
Aswad,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kas Product,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Supertramp,
Suicide,
Saccharine Trust,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
Scratch Acid,
Absolute Body Control,
Moss Icon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.