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 Bulgaria and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Von Mondo to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
Sonny Sharrock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Althea and Donna,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
the Fania All-Stars,
Interpol,
The Associates,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
Gil Scott Heron,
Desert Stars,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scott Walker,
The Offenders,
T.S.O.L.,
Chris & Cosey,
KRS-One,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quantec,
Rites of Spring,
Marmalade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
K-Klass,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
Little Man,
AZ,
Wolf Eyes,
The Modern Lovers,
Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Piero Umiliani,
The United States of America,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
Suicide,
Prince Buster,
ABBA,
Hardrive,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Michelle Simonal,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Dead Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Skriet,
Leonard Cohen,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bang On A Can,
Faust,
Matthew Bourne,
Make Up,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.