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 Uzbekistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Martian. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Sixth Finger,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
the Normal,
Thee Headcoats,
Radiopuhelimet,
Eve St. Jones,
Yazoo,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
Andrew Hill,
Con Funk Shun,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pantaleimon,
The Fuzztones,
Heaven 17,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Magma,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ten City,
Davy DMX,
Amazonics,
Skriet,
Los Fastidios,
Nick Fraelich,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
10cc,
Wally Richardson,
The Beau Brummels,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
Country Teasers,
Fela Kuti,
Darondo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Black Dice,
Barclay James Harvest,
Deakin,
Lakeside,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
Joyce Sims,
Zero Boys,
The Blackbyrds,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.