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 Dominica and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Albert Ayler to the techno 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
Groovy Waters,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pagans,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gabor Szabo,
Deepchord,
Ronan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nico,
Marshall Jefferson,
Icehouse,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
the Slits,
Guru Guru,
the Human League,
Negative Approach,
Wings,
David McCallum,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Sheep,
Fela Kuti,
The Selecter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
Wasted Youth,
Skaos,
The Detroit Cobras,
Morten Harket,
Dark Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joe Smooth,
The Motions,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
Tropical Tobacco,
Masters at Work,
K-Klass,
T. Rex,
The Durutti Column,
Fear,
Slave,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
Camberwell Now,
The Fall,
Subhumans,
Gichy Dan,
Ten City,
Anakelly,
Bang On A Can,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.