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 Botswana and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Unrelated Segments to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Sandy B,
Bizarre Inc.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Black Dice,
The Gladiators,
The Selecter,
The Dead C,
Iggy Pop,
Underground Resistance,
Eddi Front,
Radiohead,
Goldenarms,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Standells,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Spoonie Gee,
The Cramps,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skaos,
Mr. Review,
The Gun Club,
Donny Hathaway,
Suburban Knight,
Kerrie Biddell,
Basic Channel,
Junior Murvin,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
The Angels of Light,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
Pagans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
Agitation Free,
The Young Rascals,
Susan Cadogan,
Bobby Womack,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Can,
The Gap Band,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Technova,
Cymande,
Siglo XX,
LL Cool J,
The Invisible,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.