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 Turkey and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 In Retrospect to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Marvin Gaye,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fat Boys,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Zeros,
Davy DMX,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Rites of Spring,
The Skatalites,
Swell Maps,
New York Dolls,
Television,
Severed Heads,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
Magazine,
Nils Olav,
Infiniti,
Deepchord,
Crispy Ambulance,
Henry Cow,
U.S. Maple,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
Arcadia,
The Slackers,
Cymande,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones,
Niagra,
Derrick Morgan,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang On A Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ludus,
The Slits,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eddi Front,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bob Dylan,
Robert Hood,
Janne Schatter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.