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 Malawi and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Minnie Riperton to the jazz 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
Spoonie Gee,
Derrick Morgan,
Slick Rick,
Q65,
E-Dancer,
Yusef Lateef,
Altered Images,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
The Fortunes,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
Toni Rubio,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Slits,
Aswad,
Fat Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sight & Sound,
Theoretical Girls,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
Bad Manners,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry's Kids,
Pulsallama,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
Josef K,
Sixth Finger,
Quadrant,
Soft Machine,
June of 44,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
AZ,
Rufus Thomas,
The Seeds,
Slave,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bob Dylan,
Pole,
The Searchers,
cv313,
Joyce Sims,
Bauhaus,
The Cowsills,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.