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 Cuba and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Sarah Menescal to the funk 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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Q65,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
Kurtis Blow,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Fortunes,
Tommy Roe,
Ultra Naté,
Sex Pistols,
Warren Ellis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Erykah Badu,
Shoche,
Index,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Green,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Porter Ricks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Silicon Teens,
Cybotron,
Rekid,
Archie Shepp,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glenn Branca,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deadbeat,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Visage,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
Kas Product,
Lee Hazlewood,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
The Searchers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Fugazi,
The Barracudas,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
10cc,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eddi Front,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.