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 Jamaica and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ronnie Foster to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones 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?
The New Christs,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
KRS-One,
The Doors,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Prince Buster,
James White and The Blacks,
Marc Almond,
Los Fastidios,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Popol Vuh,
LL Cool J,
Television,
The Fall,
Interpol,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Lydon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Erasure,
Sixth Finger,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
Masters at Work,
Young Marble Giants,
Tim Buckley,
Dead Boys,
Babytalk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
Chris & Cosey,
Tres Demented,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Knickerbockers,
Simply Red,
The Searchers,
Fluxion,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
Siglo XX,
Eric Dolphy,
Rapeman,
Malaria!,
The Kinks,
Maleditus Sound,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cybotron,
Spandau Ballet,
Reagan Youth,
Deakin,
Panda Bear,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Moon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.