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 Kiribati and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Suicide to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
Audionom,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Mills,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry's Kids,
Metal Thangz,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
Erykah Badu,
Stetsasonic,
Scion,
The Fortunes,
the Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
Gang of Four,
Nik Kershaw,
The Kinks,
The Doors,
Moebius,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
Heaven 17,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
Fear,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit,
Marvin Gaye,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
kango's stein massive,
The Detroit Cobras,
World's Most,
Sonic Youth,
Michelle Simonal,
Excepter,
The Moleskins,
the Association,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
Clear Light,
Pussy Galore,
The Young Rascals,
Nils Olav,
Silicon Teens,
Japan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Intrusion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kenny Larkin,
Icehouse,
EPMD,
Guru Guru,
Roxy Music,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.