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 Cameroon and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Gang Starr to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Yazoo,
The Beau Brummels,
Yaz,
The Mojo Men,
The Trojans,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Wake,
David Axelrod,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nas,
Godley & Creme,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Angry Samoans,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
Eric B and Rakim,
Negative Approach,
Desert Stars,
John Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Quando Quango,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Wells,
The United States of America,
Ornette Coleman,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Roxy Music,
KRS-One,
Skaos,
Whodini,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Divine Comedy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Icehouse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Young Marble Giants,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
Pere Ubu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Archie Shepp,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.