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 Switzerland and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tim Buckley to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dave Gahan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funkadelic,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
Angry Samoans,
Echospace,
The Mojo Men,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt,
Fela Kuti,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
10cc,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
The Monks,
John Lydon,
Intrusion,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Five Americans,
Cheater Slicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Trojans,
The Vogues,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Basic Channel,
The Sonics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
Gabor Szabo,
Anthony Braxton,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
Johnny Osbourne,
T.S.O.L.,
Mark Hollis,
Rakim,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Glambeats Corp.,
Al Stewart,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.