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 Taiwan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Eric Copeland,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pere Ubu,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Donald Byrd,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Pretty Things,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
MC5,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
Icehouse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cameo,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
The Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Pussy Galore,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mars,
Soul II Soul,
Mad Mike,
John Holt,
the Germs,
Brothers Johnson,
Jawbox,
Faust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June of 44,
Tomorrow,
Rites of Spring,
Jeff Mills,
Chrome,
Kayak,
Black Bananas,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
David Axelrod,
The Cramps,
The Birthday Party,
Reagan Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Erasure,
Dennis Brown,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
June Days,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.