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 Singapore and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ossler to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Jerry's Kids,
Peter and Kerry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Machine,
the Association,
Sällskapet,
Ultravox,
The Slits,
Bush Tetras,
Make Up,
Flash Fearless,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Barracudas,
Moss Icon,
Drexciya,
The Young Rascals,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Boz Scaggs,
Cecil Taylor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Max Romeo,
Slick Rick,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pop Group,
Skaos,
Brand Nubian,
Gabor Szabo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Birthday Party,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rites of Spring,
The Motions,
Con Funk Shun,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Minny Pops,
The Moody Blues,
Babytalk,
Marmalade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Suburban Knight,
Joey Negro,
Rotary Connection,
Pylon,
Interpol,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bill Near,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soul II Soul,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ossler,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.