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 Dominica and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin 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 Alphaville to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Jacob Miller,
James White and The Blacks,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pussy Galore,
New Age Steppers,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt,
Infiniti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
AZ,
Liliput,
The American Breed,
Magazine,
Arthur Verocai,
Andrew Hill,
Tomorrow,
These Immortal Souls,
Drive Like Jehu,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Monochrome Set,
Sun Ra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
Kevin Saunderson,
Althea and Donna,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rod Modell,
Ossler,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
The Moleskins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Neu!,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Bourne,
Alton Ellis,
The Techniques,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
Ten City,
Swans,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bobby Byrd,
The Sound,
DJ Style,
H. Thieme,
One Last Wish,
Bill Wells,
Thee Headcoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.