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 Macedonia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Jawbox to the crunk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Raincoats,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nas,
Eurythmics,
The Durutti Column,
Vainqueur,
Eric Copeland,
Ossler,
Black Bananas,
Depeche Mode,
James White and The Blacks,
Jeff Lynne,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash,
KRS-One,
Cheater Slicks,
Pagans,
The Slackers,
Skarface,
Brand Nubian,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
OOIOO,
Boogie Down Productions,
Judy Mowatt,
Procol Harum,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Arthur Verocai,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Saccharine Trust,
Delta 5,
the Bar-Kays,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pere Ubu,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
Sight & Sound,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
Godley & Creme,
T. Rex,
Mantronix,
the Human League,
Slave,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Leaves,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Görl,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nik Kershaw,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.