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 Bahamas and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Donald Fagen 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 Mummies to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q65 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Scion,
Buzzcocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Oblivians,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
Amazonics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Arthur Verocai,
Todd Terry,
Scientists,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Maurizio,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
Cameo,
Half Japanese,
Wasted Youth,
Godley & Creme,
Babytalk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Adolescents,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Traffic Nightmare,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Blancmange,
The Monochrome Set,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crime,
Ludus,
AZ,
Nirvana,
Gang Starr,
Eden Ahbez,
Roy Ayers,
DNA,
Spoonie Gee,
K-Klass,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
Carl Craig,
B.T. Express,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.