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 Bremen.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator 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 Suburban Knight to the punk 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yazoo,
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
Schoolly D,
Gang of Four,
Dual Sessions,
Fatback Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bush Tetras,
Boz Scaggs,
Interpol,
Rakim,
The Saints,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Easy Going,
the Sonics,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Aswad,
Echospace,
Nick Fraelich,
The Martian,
Soul Sonic Force,
Goldenarms,
Wolf Eyes,
Joensuu 1685,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Lynne,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sonic Youth,
Agent Orange,
The Slackers,
June Days,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Amon Düül,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
The Gories,
These Immortal Souls,
Pagans,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
KRS-One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispian St. Peters,
La Düsseldorf,
Josef K,
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
Patti Smith,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.