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 Tajikistan and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Grauzone to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
Porter Ricks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Marmalade,
New York Dolls,
Sandy B,
Sex Pistols,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
Supertramp,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sun City Girls,
Glenn Branca,
Moby Grape,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
Television,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
Section 25,
Mr. Review,
Arcadia,
Reuben Wilson,
Reagan Youth,
Nico,
Ultimate Spinach,
Mad Mike,
Neu!,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Yazoo,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz,
Bad Manners,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Delta 5,
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
The Fire Engines,
Traffic Nightmare,
The American Breed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
Junior Murvin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.