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 Congo and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 KRS-One 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris Corsano,
The Seeds,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Techniques,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Yellowson,
Index,
The Red Krayola,
Crime,
Can,
Faust,
The Smiths,
The Gun Club,
Grauzone,
Monks,
June Days,
Erasure,
Danielle Patucci,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
Bobby Sherman,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Byrd,
Malaria!,
Man Parrish,
The Doobie Brothers,
K-Klass,
Whodini,
Avey Tare,
Lightning Bolt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fear,
The Dead C,
Marine Girls,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
kango's stein massive,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Rekid,
Q65,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Duran Duran,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Rites of Spring,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Angry Samoans,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.