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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Japan to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
China Crisis,
Fatback Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
Fad Gadget,
Scion,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
The Tremeloes,
Black Pus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick Morgan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
Oneida,
Erykah Badu,
La Düsseldorf,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fugs,
Angry Samoans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
Second Layer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Unwound,
Joyce Sims,
Sexual Harrassment,
Peter & Gordon,
Eric Dolphy,
Excepter,
The Leaves,
Warsaw,
Alton Ellis,
Fear,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Divine Comedy,
Tres Demented,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
The Zeros,
Aloha Tigers,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.