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 Ecuador and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Excepter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Deadbeat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Martian,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erasure,
Gang Starr,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
Eric Dolphy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
Iggy Pop,
Toni Rubio,
Man Parrish,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ituana,
Circle Jerks,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
CMW,
The Birthday Party,
Con Funk Shun,
Eddi Front,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
Deakin,
Quadrant,
Blossom Toes,
Chrome,
Carl Craig,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
ABC,
Kerri Chandler,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Skatalites,
Section 25,
Royal Trux,
10cc,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
The Residents,
Dead Boys,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.