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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Mantronix 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Suburban Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Smiths,
Make Up,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
David McCallum,
Ultravox,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
EPMD,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gories,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
Nas,
Babytalk,
John Coltrane,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
Sarah Menescal,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers,
Black Sheep,
Man Parrish,
Toni Rubio,
Angry Samoans,
Freddie Wadling,
Eric Copeland,
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
Sixth Finger,
John Foxx,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yaz,
Darondo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Move,
Rites of Spring,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skaos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cal Tjader,
Bob Dylan,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Jacob Miller,
The Leaves,
Brick,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Barrington Levy,
Barry Ungar,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.