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 Tajikistan and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Anakelly to the crunk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
The Happenings,
The Sound,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
cv313,
Eddi Front,
Crash Course in Science,
The Real Kids,
Marine Girls,
Bobby Womack,
Agent Orange,
The Music Machine,
Junior Murvin,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
Arab on Radar,
Angry Samoans,
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
Lou Christie,
The Barracudas,
Robert Hood,
Sam Rivers,
Maurizio,
The Buckinghams,
Soft Machine,
Delta 5,
Black Bananas,
The Vogues,
Gang Gang Dance,
Carl Craig,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Tremeloes,
Ossler,
Nico,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Prince Buster,
Can,
Vladislav Delay,
Iggy Pop,
Connie Case,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
Kevin Saunderson,
Graham Central Station,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
Jeff Lynne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.