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 Senegal and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Slick Rick 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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Lyres,
Don Cherry,
Vainqueur,
Unwound,
Ice-T,
The Smoke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liliput,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
Colin Newman,
The Pretty Things,
Rosa Yemen,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Detroit Cobras,
David McCallum,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Maleditus Sound,
Chrome,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythm & Sound,
Reuben Wilson,
Q65,
Hashim,
Gichy Dan,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
Cameo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
Man Parrish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultimate Spinach,
Interpol,
the Association,
Cheater Slicks,
John Foxx,
The Slits,
Fela Kuti,
Idris Muhammad,
Byron Stingily,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Matthew Halsall,
Blake Baxter,
the Human League,
Fear,
Ten City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Technova,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Sandy B,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wire,
Flash Fearless,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.