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 Chad and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Slackers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
X-Ray Spex,
Second Layer,
X-102,
Marc Almond,
Surgeon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soulsonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blossom Toes,
Qualms,
The Motions,
Rotary Connection,
Mantronix,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Saccharine Trust,
The Trojans,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Darondo,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
Bootsy Collins,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Brand Nubian,
Susan Cadogan,
Slick Rick,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
Amazonics,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roger Hodgson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
Television,
Thompson Twins,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Masters at Work,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Funkadelic,
Skarface,
The Angels of Light,
The Raincoats,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.