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 Sierra Leone and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang of Four to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
Eddi Front,
Jacques Brel,
The Real Kids,
Lakeside,
Surgeon,
Joe Finger,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
The Skatalites,
Delta 5,
Monolake,
Joensuu 1685,
Panda Bear,
Eric Copeland,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
Whodini,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Franke,
OOIOO,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Main Source,
Youth Brigade,
Schoolly D,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
Oneida,
Ultravox,
The Electric Prunes,
The Barracudas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bizarre Inc.,
This Heat,
Basic Channel,
Soul II Soul,
The Wake,
Ralphi Rosario,
Siglo XX,
Kerri Chandler,
Brand Nubian,
Grey Daturas,
Tom Boy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Standells,
The Martian,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.