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 Italy and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Audionom to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
Parry Music,
The Angels of Light,
The Monochrome Set,
Sarah Menescal,
The Skatalites,
Brass Construction,
Davy DMX,
Mars,
Kerri Chandler,
Carl Craig,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Monks,
Derrick May,
Can,
Eurythmics,
The New Christs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Swans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Masters at Work,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Altered Images,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
MDC,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Liliput,
EPMD,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
Urselle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Associates,
Eddi Front,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Normal,
Barclay James Harvest,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Red Krayola,
Funkadelic,
Heaven 17,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Blossom Toes,
Camouflage,
Eden Ahbez,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.