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 Samoa and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba 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 Wings to the grunge 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Goldenarms,
Pantytec,
Wings,
Charles Mingus,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
The Standells,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
Sun Ra,
Excepter,
Minnie Riperton,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
Black Flag,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T. Rex,
Slave,
Drexciya,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters,
Livin' Joy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Normal,
Deakin,
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
Quadrant,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Audionom,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
David Axelrod,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boredoms,
New Order,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter and Kerry,
Mars,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aural Exciters,
Ten City,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
Maleditus Sound,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
Japan,
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cybotron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.