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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Hill to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Hoover,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Womack,
Scratch Acid,
Drexciya,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül II,
Delon & Dalcan,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
E-Dancer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jawbox,
Duran Duran,
The Divine Comedy,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Bourne,
LL Cool J,
The Selecter,
EPMD,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
L. Decosne,
Sister Nancy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donny Hathaway,
Dorothy Ashby,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
Vainqueur,
The Pop Group,
Circle Jerks,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
Idris Muhammad,
Make Up,
The Black Dice,
Jeff Mills,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Q and Not U,
The Blues Magoos,
Slick Rick,
Robert Wyatt,
Charles Mingus,
Pylon,
Deepchord,
Letta Mbulu,
Royal Trux,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sparks,
The Toasters,
Mission of Burma,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.