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 Luxembourg and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the grime 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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
Rites of Spring,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Sugar Minott,
L. Decosne,
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras,
AZ,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Judy Mowatt,
Barbara Tucker,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
Sarah Menescal,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gories,
Ponytail,
Au Pairs,
Royal Trux,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Dolphy,
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mars,
Excepter,
Television Personalities,
Roy Ayers,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
Q65,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
Aural Exciters,
CMW,
John Cale,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
DJ Sneak,
Pulsallama,
Man Parrish,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
Newcleus,
Con Funk Shun,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.