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 Netherlands and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Michael McDonald 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 New Age Steppers to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Graham Central Station,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
The Smiths,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Sex Pistols,
Aswad,
MDC,
Soft Machine,
Tom Boy,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
Toni Rubio,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
Peter & Gordon,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
The Cowsills,
Sexual Harrassment,
New Age Steppers,
Henry Cow,
Ten City,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Coltrane,
Mandrill,
Con Funk Shun,
Fela Kuti,
The Toasters,
Livin' Joy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Blackbyrds,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Niagra,
Bizarre Inc.,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
Eve St. Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yusef Lateef,
Ultra Naté,
The Busters,
Alton Ellis,
Anakelly,
Mad Mike,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crime,
Adolescents,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.