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 Bahrain and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Golliwogs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fear,
Robert Hood,
Terry Callier,
Eric B and Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The United States of America,
Wolf Eyes,
Chrome,
The Blackbyrds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Jerry's Kids,
Archie Shepp,
The Dirtbombs,
Avey Tare,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blossom Toes,
The Cure,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joe Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
June Days,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Josef K,
Cymande,
Intrusion,
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Faraquet,
The Pretty Things,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
Lungfish,
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
Motorama,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes,
Rufus Thomas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
T. Rex,
Audionom,
Niagra,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Divine Comedy,
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
Susan Cadogan,
Barrington Levy,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.