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 Monaco and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Zapp to the jazz 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 The Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '90s.
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 Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
Albert Ayler,
Radio Birdman,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Lightning Bolt,
Donny Hathaway,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
Thee Headcoats,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Erasure,
Deepchord,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Howard Jones,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Icehouse,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
Ludus,
cv313,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
One Last Wish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Nils Olav,
The Fall,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Scientists,
R.M.O.,
The Human League,
Groovy Waters,
Funkadelic,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
Junior Murvin,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Outsiders,
Soul II Soul,
The Beau Brummels,
UT,
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young,
Amazonics,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.