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 Mexico and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soul Sonic Force to the punk 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Slits,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Marmalade,
Oneida,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Slick Rick,
The Victims,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ronnie Foster,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick Morgan,
Pulsallama,
Alton Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ice-T,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
MDC,
Grey Daturas,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ornette Coleman,
Nas,
the Germs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
The Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
The Golliwogs,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
The Black Dice,
The Count Five,
The Fall,
Skaos,
Panda Bear,
Soul II Soul,
Fatback Band,
The Index,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Albert Ayler,
The J.B.'s,
OOIOO,
Moebius,
The Smoke,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.