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 Colombia and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hashim to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arab on Radar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt 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?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
New York Dolls,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nirvana,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lightning Bolt,
Marvin Gaye,
Depeche Mode,
The Misunderstood,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fela Kuti,
Con Funk Shun,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dark Day,
The Black Dice,
Lucky Dragons,
Arcadia,
Marcia Griffiths,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sister Nancy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
10cc,
The Busters,
Matthew Halsall,
Sarah Menescal,
Babytalk,
Soulsonic Force,
DNA,
Little Man,
Al Stewart,
Accadde A,
Eric Copeland,
Bootsy Collins,
David Bowie,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
Dorothy Ashby,
Swell Maps,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Trumans Water,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eden Ahbez,
Wasted Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Jawbox,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.