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 Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Red Krayola to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Amon Düül,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
Essential Logic,
Erykah Badu,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Roxy Music,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed,
Gichy Dan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fear,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gang of Four,
Pharoah Sanders,
David McCallum,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Associates,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
In Retrospect,
Little Man,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brothers Johnson,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Colin Newman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Red Krayola,
Stereo Dub,
The Offenders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ituana,
John Lydon,
cv313,
Ponytail,
Babytalk,
Connie Case,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
Flipper,
Harry Pussy,
Desert Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chrome,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
Nirvana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.