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 Guatemala and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 guitar 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
the Germs,
Country Teasers,
The Durutti Column,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Tremeloes,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
a-ha,
Surgeon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
cv313,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
Depeche Mode,
Sarah Menescal,
Pole,
Fluxion,
Liliput,
Rakim,
Erykah Badu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
Godley & Creme,
Angry Samoans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Womack,
Bootsy Collins,
The Human League,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Procol Harum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Starr,
Bill Near,
Barclay James Harvest,
Dorothy Ashby,
These Immortal Souls,
Circle Jerks,
The Litter,
the Bar-Kays,
Arab on Radar,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
Lindisfarne,
Crispy Ambulance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
Mars,
Alison Limerick,
Ultra Naté,
Minnie Riperton,
Skriet,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.