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 Marshall Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Lynne to the disco 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
Niagra,
Sight & Sound,
Ohio Players,
Silicon Teens,
Index,
Aswad,
Carl Craig,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Quantec,
Ten City,
The Searchers,
Morten Harket,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
Agitation Free,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Flag,
Eve St. Jones,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Harry Pussy,
Davy DMX,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
OOIOO,
Ken Boothe,
The Smiths,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Count Five,
The Kinks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Albert Ayler,
Mantronix,
Joy Division,
8 Eyed Spy,
La Düsseldorf,
Echospace,
Ronnie Foster,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Offenders,
Fatback Band,
EPMD,
The Blackbyrds,
Bang On A Can,
Dennis Brown,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.