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 Liberia and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 sitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grunge 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Scion,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
Pierre Henry,
Joyce Sims,
Man Eating Sloth,
Average White Band,
Joe Finger,
Sun Ra,
Absolute Body Control,
Jerry's Kids,
Lakeside,
Ossler,
Shoche,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
Sam Rivers,
John Lydon,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Gichy Dan,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hardrive,
Robert Görl,
The Blues Magoos,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Mills,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Residents,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
Lou Reed,
Arab on Radar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Severed Heads,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
Jeru the Damaja,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eddi Front,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
Black Sheep,
Yellowson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.