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 Mozambique and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Scott Walker to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Certain Ratio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
The Dead C,
Minor Threat,
Todd Terry,
Sex Pistols,
Mr. Review,
June of 44,
Wings,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
Mission of Burma,
Camberwell Now,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grandmaster Flash,
cv313,
The Gories,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
Subhumans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Suburban Knight,
Archie Shepp,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
Ice-T,
Amazonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Rundgren,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rosa Yemen,
Clear Light,
The Doors,
Urselle,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
Agitation Free,
Grauzone,
The J.B.'s,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.