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 Malta and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Manfred Mann's Earth Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rosa Yemen,
Agitation Free,
Echospace,
Wasted Youth,
Make Up,
Hoover,
Boz Scaggs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Technova,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
B.T. Express,
Flash Fearless,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gap Band,
Model 500,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Bang On A Can,
Susan Cadogan,
Black Sheep,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Groovy Waters,
Depeche Mode,
Tim Buckley,
Eric Copeland,
The Toasters,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
Joyce Sims,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marine Girls,
Essential Logic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Litter,
Zero Boys,
Alison Limerick,
Basic Channel,
Anakelly,
D'Angelo,
Barrington Levy,
Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith, Patti Smith.
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.