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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 The Gap Band to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
The Names,
Gang Starr,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
New York Dolls,
Cecil Taylor,
Erykah Badu,
Donny Hathaway,
Ludus,
Essential Logic,
Index,
James White and The Blacks,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Clear Light,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dave Clark Five,
Warren Ellis,
Steve Hackett,
Absolute Body Control,
Suicide,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
Pantaleimon,
The Angels of Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roxette,
Brass Construction,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Duran Duran,
Brothers Johnson,
ABBA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fifty Foot Hose,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Germs,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
Ornette Coleman,
Pierre Henry,
Blossom Toes,
The Last Poets,
Heaven 17,
Camouflage,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
Aural Exciters,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.