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 Korea North and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kas Product 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
The Alarm Clocks,
Quantec,
EPMD,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sun City Girls,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hashim,
Saccharine Trust,
The Slackers,
Lou Reed,
Skriet,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fortunes,
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
the Swans,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scion,
Stetsasonic,
Zero Boys,
DNA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marvin Gaye,
Sonic Youth,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Metal Thangz,
Icehouse,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
The Move,
D'Angelo,
Subhumans,
Slave,
Davy DMX,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gories,
The Smoke,
Andrew Hill,
The Buckinghams,
Reuben Wilson,
Harmonia,
Peter and Kerry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Mantronix,
Toni Rubio,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.