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 Sri Lanka and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 The Busters to the jazz 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Bad Manners,
Sister Nancy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donny Hathaway,
Vainqueur,
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger,
The Grass Roots,
Jeff Mills,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Cymande,
Harpers Bizarre,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Laurel Aitken,
Brass Construction,
Black Flag,
The Mummies,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kevin Saunderson,
Schoolly D,
Idris Muhammad,
Grauzone,
Talk Talk,
Minnie Riperton,
The Count Five,
PIL,
This Heat,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monks,
Sun Ra,
Don Cherry,
Model 500,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Fugazi,
Amon Düül II,
Kurtis Blow,
Archie Shepp,
Anthony Braxton,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suburban Knight,
The Modern Lovers,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Iggy Pop,
John Holt,
X-102,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.