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 Cape Verde and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
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 linndrum 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 Bob Dylan to the dance 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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Camberwell Now,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Age Steppers,
Yusef Lateef,
Reagan Youth,
Pole,
Sight & Sound,
June of 44,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crime,
The United States of America,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Boredoms,
Al Stewart,
The Modern Lovers,
Fatback Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
Grauzone,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
Can,
Pussy Galore,
Electric Prunes,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
The Misunderstood,
Toni Rubio,
The Leaves,
Black Sheep,
The Litter,
Cymande,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
Deakin,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
Cluster,
The Human League,
The Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
Ludus,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
MC5,
Arab on Radar,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.