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 Italy and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Human League to the disco 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Spandau Ballet,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor,
Con Funk Shun,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
F. McDonald,
Magma,
Sällskapet,
Monks,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
Zero Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Joyce Sims,
Nas,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Deakin,
Interpol,
JFA,
Khruangbin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anthony Braxton,
Das Ding,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
Fear,
Y Pants,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
K-Klass,
Ten City,
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Albert Ayler,
Michelle Simonal,
Sonic Youth,
Roy Ayers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Slick Rick,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
Ken Boothe,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Howard Jones,
Faraquet,
Tom Boy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.