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 Egypt and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Pagans to the disco 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick May,
Dave Gahan,
The Human League,
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
Brand Nubian,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo,
Q and Not U,
Amazonics,
Mission of Burma,
Crime,
Cluster,
Brass Construction,
In Retrospect,
Suicide,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Franke,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
Aswad,
10cc,
the Germs,
Can,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Order,
Inner City,
Bad Manners,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
Lou Christie,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Soft Cell,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
X-Ray Spex,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
a-ha,
Lalann,
Harpers Bizarre,
Intrusion,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton,
FM Einheit,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.