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 Seychelles and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scrapy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Association,
Charles Mingus,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
the Sonics,
Flash Fearless,
R.M.O.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
Yellowson,
Faust,
Alice Coltrane,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Fela Kuti,
Kerri Chandler,
The Techniques,
Wire,
Aaron Thompson,
Television,
Accadde A,
Section 25,
Chris Corsano,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
Q65,
Gang Green,
Isaac Hayes,
Thee Headcoats,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
The Knickerbockers,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Vogues,
Marc Almond,
The Trojans,
Cal Tjader,
Mars,
World's Most,
Wally Richardson,
Brass Construction,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
Steve Hackett,
Dead Boys,
PIL,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.