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 Poland and from Halifax.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 8 Eyed Spy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
The Durutti Column,
Alice Coltrane,
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
Colin Newman,
Black Bananas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kas Product,
Mars,
Delta 5,
the Slits,
Lindisfarne,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Busters,
Harpers Bizarre,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kaleidoscope,
Average White Band,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Carl Craig,
Bad Manners,
Nas,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Young Rascals,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
Moss Icon,
Intrusion,
Robert Wyatt,
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
Laurel Aitken,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun City Girls,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Scott Walker,
The Happenings,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Y Pants,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
Basic Channel,
Los Fastidios,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.