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 Algeria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Adolescents 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smiths 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
Massinfluence,
Black Pus,
Hardrive,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lee Hazlewood,
Slick Rick,
Saccharine Trust,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
The Beau Brummels,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
The Remains,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Parry Music,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang of Four,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
T.S.O.L.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
Skriet,
Aswad,
The Moleskins,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Maurizio,
The Trojans,
The Gun Club,
The United States of America,
Vladislav Delay,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.