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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Brothers Johnson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Oneida,
The Cure,
Roger Hodgson,
China Crisis,
Camouflage,
Cecil Taylor,
Mad Mike,
Lungfish,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
The Skatalites,
Slave,
Liliput,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABC,
New York Dolls,
Iggy Pop,
The Leaves,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Royal Trux,
Marmalade,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Mills,
Visage,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Bourne,
Quando Quango,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Shadows of Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nirvana,
Soft Cell,
JFA,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Essential Logic,
Funky Four + One,
Prince Buster,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Copeland,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Subhumans,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
H. Thieme,
The Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Lydon,
The Golliwogs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.