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 Brunei and from New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Jakarta.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Black Moon to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Make Up,
Oblivians,
The Mummies,
Radiohead,
The Offenders,
Section 25,
Mandrill,
Von Mondo,
La Düsseldorf,
Harmonia,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sound Behaviour,
KRS-One,
Duran Duran,
The Trojans,
Yellowson,
Cybotron,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lalann,
Davy DMX,
Brick,
Wally Richardson,
Sight & Sound,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pole,
Magma,
Interpol,
Tom Boy,
Saccharine Trust,
Can,
MDC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
Young Marble Giants,
Harpers Bizarre,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
the Germs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Yaz,
Joey Negro,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
Public Image Ltd.,
Television Personalities,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Motions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rotary Connection,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
10cc,
Reagan Youth,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dual Sessions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.