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 Cuba and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Calgary.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Nas,
The Searchers,
Bobby Sherman,
Camouflage,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
Arab on Radar,
Big Daddy Kane,
Q and Not U,
David Bowie,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
The Moleskins,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
Alton Ellis,
Half Japanese,
Newcleus,
Ornette Coleman,
Soft Machine,
EPMD,
The Young Rascals,
Con Funk Shun,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
Rotary Connection,
DJ Sneak,
Yellowson,
Nico,
Minor Threat,
Parry Music,
The Black Dice,
Marmalade,
Connie Case,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris Corsano,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Bananas,
The Tremeloes,
The United States of America,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
Scratch Acid,
Alison Limerick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
This Heat,
Faraquet,
Dual Sessions,
The Count Five,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.