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 Malaysia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Visage to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
The Gun Club,
Sound Behaviour,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
Scan 7,
Johnny Clarke,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
Sugar Minott,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
Arab on Radar,
Althea and Donna,
The Techniques,
Saccharine Trust,
David Axelrod,
The Smiths,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Fugazi,
Flipper,
Charles Mingus,
ABBA,
The Moody Blues,
Cymande,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Magazine,
Deepchord,
Reuben Wilson,
The Star Department,
Schoolly D,
Motorama,
Hardrive,
Roger Hodgson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Stiv Bators,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
Junior Murvin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
X-101,
Brick,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fatback Band,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Marc Almond,
Brand Nubian,
ABC,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eve St. Jones,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.