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 Kyrgyzstan and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 Rakim to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Soulsonic Force,
Sun City Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Nik Kershaw,
Agitation Free,
Lucky Dragons,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
The Dave Clark Five,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Last Poets,
Brick,
Patti Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rotary Connection,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minutemen,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blossom Toes,
Joy Division,
Scion,
KRS-One,
Pylon,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Tom Boy,
The Modern Lovers,
Alison Limerick,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
A Certain Ratio,
Arthur Verocai,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Isaac Hayes,
Althea and Donna,
The American Breed,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gichy Dan,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
Average White Band,
Goldenarms,
Black Pus,
La Düsseldorf,
a-ha,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yaz,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.