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 Philippines and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Maurizio to the grunge 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Letta Mbulu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare,
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
Pole,
Pantytec,
The Barracudas,
Lakeside,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Stetsasonic,
Cecil Taylor,
The Saints,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Kinks,
EPMD,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gang Starr,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ornette Coleman,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
Ice-T,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Skatalites,
Eurythmics,
The Monks,
Visage,
Reuben Wilson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed,
Prince Buster,
Sugar Minott,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Outsiders,
Soulsonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sixth Finger,
Rekid,
Talk Talk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Moody Blues,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.