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 Croatia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 guitar 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 Rites of Spring to the rock 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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Wings,
Rapeman,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quantec,
Spoonie Gee,
Thompson Twins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlback,
Faust,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kaleidoscope,
Warren Ellis,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
The Names,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alison Limerick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
Derrick May,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
Minny Pops,
Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Oblivians,
Wolf Eyes,
Barry Ungar,
AZ,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Knickerbockers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Crash Course in Science,
UT,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
James White and The Blacks,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
Half Japanese,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Von Mondo,
Wasted Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Aaron Thompson,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.