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 Spain and from Woodstock.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Boredoms to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
Kerri Chandler,
Ice-T,
T. Rex,
Rhythm & Sound,
Con Funk Shun,
Eric B and Rakim,
L. Decosne,
Echospace,
Fort Wilson Riot,
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Laurel Aitken,
Minor Threat,
Ossler,
Barclay James Harvest,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Moleskins,
The Pretty Things,
The Mojo Men,
Black Moon,
The Happenings,
Japan,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Zapp,
Urselle,
Angry Samoans,
The Trojans,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
The Smoke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
Jacob Miller,
Liliput,
Kool Moe Dee,
Yaz,
Ornette Coleman,
Basic Channel,
The Five Americans,
The Victims,
Marcia Griffiths,
Public Enemy,
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
Eric Dolphy,
Eddi Front,
The Smiths,
Duran Duran,
Soft Cell,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.