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 Poland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Doobie Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Lightning Bolt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Archie Shepp,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gladiators,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
Basic Channel,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Invisible,
Pagans,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
The Evens,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Isaac Hayes,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
Avey Tare,
June Days,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
Al Stewart,
Guru Guru,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dawn Penn,
F. McDonald,
Black Bananas,
Heaven 17,
The New Christs,
Technova,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
Severed Heads,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Motions,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Divine Comedy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
Marshall Jefferson,
Warsaw,
The Last Poets,
Freddie Wadling,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Terry,
Skriet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
China Crisis,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.