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 Sri Lanka and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ken Boothe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mad Mike,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Connie Case,
Judy Mowatt,
Ohio Players,
The Dead C,
Brothers Johnson,
Rotary Connection,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip,
Marmalade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Scratch Acid,
Deadbeat,
Scion,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Shuggie Otis,
Fatback Band,
Nas,
Nico,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Gun Club,
Kerri Chandler,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
R.M.O.,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
Sixth Finger,
The Monks,
Hashim,
Surgeon,
The Dirtbombs,
The Neon Judgement,
Interpol,
The Golliwogs,
Ossler,
Stetsasonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Move,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
T.S.O.L.,
Mars,
H. Thieme,
Eden Ahbez,
The Selecter,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Trojans,
Danielle Patucci,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.