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 China and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Scan 7,
Mantronix,
Second Layer,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Don Cherry,
Con Funk Shun,
Maleditus Sound,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lou Reed,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Maurizio,
Ultravox,
The Standells,
Scion,
Faust,
Amon Düül II,
Liliput,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Juan Atkins,
James White and The Blacks,
Los Fastidios,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Gladiators,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blossom Toes,
Main Source,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick May,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
Schoolly D,
Kenny Larkin,
EPMD,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
Dave Gahan,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sonics,
DNA,
the Association,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
Fad Gadget,
Robert Hood,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.