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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Chrome to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Mantronix,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Audionom,
The Associates,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
David McCallum,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
48th St. Collective,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
LL Cool J,
Nik Kershaw,
Ten City,
Newcleus,
Skaos,
Flipper,
Piero Umiliani,
Scrapy,
The Count Five,
Quadrant,
MDC,
Chris Corsano,
The New Christs,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Pretty Things,
Altered Images,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Maurizio,
Ice-T,
X-101,
Desert Stars,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Donny Hathaway,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
Interpol,
Sun City Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Amon Düül II,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
Metal Thangz,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
Simply Red,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barbara Tucker,
Prince Buster,
Faust,
The Kinks,
Reagan Youth,
Public Enemy,
Letta Mbulu,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.