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 Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz 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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Morten Harket,
Scratch Acid,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Reuben Wilson,
DNA,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mars,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
David Axelrod,
Siglo XX,
Hasil Adkins,
Ronnie Foster,
The Leaves,
B.T. Express,
Bill Wells,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Niagra,
New Order,
Soul II Soul,
Jerry's Kids,
Index,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
PIL,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Steve Hackett,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
Pole,
The Move,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
The Moody Blues,
Roxy Music,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Marc Almond,
Average White Band,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans,
Minor Threat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wally Richardson,
Lebanon Hanover,
LL Cool J,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rufus Thomas,
Zapp,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.