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 Madagascar and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Style record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Gladiators,
Second Layer,
The Names,
The Offenders,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Foxx,
Sandy B,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
Janne Schatter,
Donald Byrd,
Cymande,
T.S.O.L.,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
Flipper,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jacques Brel,
Bad Manners,
David Axelrod,
The Dead C,
Pere Ubu,
Sugar Minott,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Das Ding,
Ice-T,
Soul II Soul,
The Martian,
Isaac Hayes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Theoretical Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Angry Samoans,
Minny Pops,
Fatback Band,
The Zeros,
Monks,
Severed Heads,
Derrick May,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Jandek,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.