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 Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Depeche Mode to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Loose Ends,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Busters,
Mandrill,
Reagan Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
Boredoms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Alice Coltrane,
Nirvana,
Sandy B,
The Leaves,
Sällskapet,
Roxy Music,
Sun Ra,
Morten Harket,
China Crisis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camouflage,
New Order,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Monks,
One Last Wish,
Goldenarms,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
the Bar-Kays,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
48th St. Collective,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Jacob Miller,
UT,
Oneida,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
Wire,
Ken Boothe,
Connie Case,
Rosa Yemen,
Ludus,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.