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 Argentina and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator 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 Gang Gang Dance to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Scrapy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
The Selecter,
Mary Jane Girls,
Don Cherry,
Joe Smooth,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Lynne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Spandau Ballet,
Das Ding,
Mo-Dettes,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Q65,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tubeway Army,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
Minutemen,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
The Dead C,
Prince Buster,
The Residents,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
DJ Sneak,
Bush Tetras,
Aloha Tigers,
The Busters,
The Stooges,
Accadde A,
Visage,
The Victims,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
the Association,
Radiohead,
Al Stewart,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
K-Klass,
Absolute Body Control,
Ice-T,
Metal Thangz,
Ornette Coleman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
Sixth Finger,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.