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 Armenia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Interpol to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang of Four. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q65,
Minny Pops,
Fugazi,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
Visage,
the Soft Cell,
Essential Logic,
H. Thieme,
Neil Young,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cal Tjader,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Saccharine Trust,
Magma,
Sam Rivers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Monks,
Nirvana,
Reagan Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Kurtis Blow,
Rotary Connection,
Easy Going,
Grauzone,
OOIOO,
Ponytail,
Blancmange,
Kayak,
Eddi Front,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy Collins,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bob Dylan,
Buzzcocks,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Buckinghams,
Parry Music,
Johnny Clarke,
Maurizio,
Agent Orange,
The Grass Roots,
Slave,
Monks,
Cybotron,
The Offenders,
Cymande,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
John Foxx,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.