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 Philippines and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mad Mike,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
Soul II Soul,
Skaos,
Cecil Taylor,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
the Fania All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Jacob Miller,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Model 500,
Cameo,
Godley & Creme,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Hill,
Delon & Dalcan,
The J.B.'s,
Erasure,
Unrelated Segments,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
Moss Icon,
Cymande,
Sight & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
The Raincoats,
The Moleskins,
Aswad,
The Moody Blues,
The Victims,
Donald Byrd,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Boogie Down Productions,
Roxette,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Five Americans,
Althea and Donna,
Pantytec,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Index,
Monolake,
Jawbox,
Buzzcocks,
Ice-T,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.