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 South Sudan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 B.T. Express to the dance 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt 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?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Easy Going,
The Searchers,
The Sonics,
Basic Channel,
Malaria!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
Clear Light,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Warsaw,
Bill Near,
Black Flag,
Barbara Tucker,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Blackbyrds,
Donny Hathaway,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
The Tremeloes,
Supertramp,
Glenn Branca,
Gang of Four,
Dave Gahan,
Tommy Roe,
the Germs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Liliput,
Lou Reed,
Minnie Riperton,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Angry Samoans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Circle Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
Matthew Halsall,
Fugazi,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
F. McDonald,
the Sonics,
the Slits,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Womack,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cowsills,
Crime,
The Zeros,
ABC,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.