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 Eritrea 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Art of Noise 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the grunge 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 Loose Ends. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Reuben Wilson,
Ken Boothe,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantytec,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Sherman,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Durutti Column,
Simply Red,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Mission of Burma,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
The Smoke,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
Anthony Braxton,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Matthew Halsall,
Howard Jones,
The Cure,
Wasted Youth,
Rod Modell,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
Lindisfarne,
James White and The Blacks,
Camouflage,
Sun City Girls,
Althea and Donna,
Absolute Body Control,
ABBA,
Susan Cadogan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aaron Thompson,
Inner City,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobby Womack,
The Happenings,
Eric B and Rakim,
Joyce Sims,
Dawn Penn,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
Amon Düül II,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.