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 Suriname and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Bill Near,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
K-Klass,
Fatback Band,
Franke,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun City Girls,
The Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Lou Reed,
The Wake,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
DNA,
ABC,
The Monochrome Set,
Fela Kuti,
Stiv Bators,
Pere Ubu,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Deakin,
Oblivians,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cramps,
Rapeman,
Funky Four + One,
Warsaw,
Josef K,
The Mummies,
Silicon Teens,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Busters,
The Saints,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ohio Players,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
Newcleus,
Gang Starr,
The Move,
The American Breed,
Subhumans,
Theoretical Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Cymande,
Jacob Miller,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.