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 Guinea and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 The Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Sparks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quantec,
Soul II Soul,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
Fluxion,
Soft Cell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
JFA,
Little Man,
Wolf Eyes,
The Golliwogs,
The Evens,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Youth Brigade,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
Godley & Creme,
Drive Like Jehu,
This Heat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
EPMD,
The Fortunes,
Colin Newman,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
The Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Althea and Donna,
Fela Kuti,
Angry Samoans,
D'Angelo,
Kayak,
Wally Richardson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Modern Lovers,
Supertramp,
Jeff Mills,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims,
Max Romeo,
The Sound,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.