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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Subhumans to the rap 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric B and Rakim,
New Age Steppers,
Fela Kuti,
Charles Mingus,
Moby Grape,
The Zeros,
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
the Soft Cell,
Max Romeo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
The Monochrome Set,
June of 44,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Grauzone,
the Germs,
The Music Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
Crime,
Fatback Band,
Sister Nancy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
These Immortal Souls,
Los Fastidios,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Skarface,
Morten Harket,
Sight & Sound,
Grandmaster Flash,
Yusef Lateef,
Crash Course in Science,
Thee Headcoats,
MC5,
Lalann,
Sam Rivers,
The Real Kids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Loose Ends,
Con Funk Shun,
T.S.O.L.,
the Human League,
Lightning Bolt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Adolescents,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.