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 Guyana and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 theremin 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 The Selecter to the grunge 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Derrick Morgan,
Don Cherry,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
Boz Scaggs,
Leonard Cohen,
Tim Buckley,
Banda Bassotti,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
The Dead C,
Circle Jerks,
the Slits,
R.M.O.,
Angry Samoans,
Mantronix,
Sarah Menescal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Godley & Creme,
The Real Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
Wire,
Outsiders,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Boredoms,
The Wake,
Chris & Cosey,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doors,
Alton Ellis,
The Angels of Light,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
The Fortunes,
Rekid,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Neon Judgement,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Offenders,
Ludus,
Japan,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Red Krayola,
Hashim,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Motions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Cramps,
Mark Hollis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.