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 Malta and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Fear to the disco 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Ten City,
Neu!,
10cc,
Camberwell Now,
H. Thieme,
The Beau Brummels,
Ultra Naté,
The Standells,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Deadbeat,
Fugazi,
Adolescents,
Au Pairs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
Sandy B,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Circle Jerks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Severed Heads,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
Public Enemy,
Aural Exciters,
Blancmange,
The Blackbyrds,
Gichy Dan,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Lakeside,
Nils Olav,
Technova,
Roger Hodgson,
Swans,
Tom Boy,
Sun City Girls,
Todd Rundgren,
Cluster,
Soft Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Faraquet,
KRS-One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Victims,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minor Threat,
Brothers Johnson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
FM Einheit,
Cheater Slicks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.