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 Thailand and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Associates to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
Simply Red,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
Guru Guru,
Barrington Levy,
Chris Corsano,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Graham Central Station,
Radiohead,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Duran Duran,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
Soulsonic Force,
Arthur Verocai,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Little Man,
Chrome,
Oneida,
Vladislav Delay,
Young Marble Giants,
Das Ding,
The J.B.'s,
These Immortal Souls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
Accadde A,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronnie Foster,
Rotary Connection,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mission of Burma,
Warren Ellis,
The Selecter,
Derrick May,
Steve Hackett,
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Average White Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Ituana,
Surgeon,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
Qualms,
Stiv Bators,
Harry Pussy,
Newcleus,
Radio Birdman,
Radiopuhelimet,
Johnny Clarke,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.