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 Bolivia 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Lou Reed 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 Aaron Thompson to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kas Product,
The Moleskins,
The Residents,
Archie Shepp,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
New Order,
Johnny Clarke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Ultra Naté,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
Kenny Larkin,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
Swans,
Panda Bear,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Yusef Lateef,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
The Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Bang On A Can,
Pulsallama,
The Cramps,
June of 44,
Dark Day,
Accadde A,
Malaria!,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Godley & Creme,
Peter & Gordon,
Ten City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Au Pairs,
Darondo,
Jeff Lynne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Faraquet,
Arcadia,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deadbeat,
Tears for Fears,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.