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 Russia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar 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 Parry Music to the rap 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erasure,
The Alarm Clocks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
Steve Hackett,
The Walker Brothers,
Alphaville,
Scrapy,
Nick Fraelich,
Surgeon,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
Wings,
Ice-T,
The Index,
Al Stewart,
Flash Fearless,
Wolf Eyes,
Donny Hathaway,
Ludus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hot Snakes,
Mo-Dettes,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flipper,
Pantytec,
Spandau Ballet,
John Holt,
Rufus Thomas,
Fela Kuti,
T.S.O.L.,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip,
Pagans,
Henry Cow,
Dave Gahan,
Boz Scaggs,
Harry Pussy,
The Victims,
Moby Grape,
Masters at Work,
Althea and Donna,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sparks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Tomorrow,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Brick,
Trumans Water,
Lee Hazlewood,
UT,
Pere Ubu,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.