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 Congo and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Arthur Verocai to the dance 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grauzone,
Todd Rundgren,
T.S.O.L.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Barracudas,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Victims,
Country Teasers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
Motorama,
Altered Images,
Newcleus,
The Monochrome Set,
Desert Stars,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Main Source,
Icehouse,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Soft Machine,
The Evens,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eric Copeland,
Half Japanese,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
X-101,
Glambeats Corp.,
MC5,
Deakin,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
The Walker Brothers,
Bad Manners,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
Outsiders,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
Hoover,
The Associates,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
Gastr Del Sol,
Susan Cadogan,
The Seeds,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.