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 Norway and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Associates to the grime 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Minutemen,
Minnie Riperton,
Ornette Coleman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mr. Review,
Roger Hodgson,
The Velvet Underground,
Todd Terry,
Jacques Brel,
K-Klass,
Das Ding,
Lou Christie,
Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Archie Shepp,
Vladislav Delay,
Lakeside,
Hasil Adkins,
Angry Samoans,
Monks,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
Gang Starr,
In Retrospect,
Ultimate Spinach,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soulsonic Force,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mark Hollis,
The Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Pharoah Sanders,
Con Funk Shun,
Smog,
This Heat,
R.M.O.,
Rakim,
Funkadelic,
Theoretical Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
MDC,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.