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 Swaziland and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 X-Ray Spex 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Ituana,
Con Funk Shun,
Deakin,
In Retrospect,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Vladislav Delay,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
Symarip,
Tears for Fears,
Gil Scott Heron,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Certain Ratio,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
Crime,
Bluetip,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
The Music Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
The Black Dice,
Altered Images,
ABBA,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Evens,
Silicon Teens,
Faraquet,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
Supertramp,
Warren Ellis,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
The Remains,
Drexciya,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thee Headcoats,
The Moleskins,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
Quantec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David Axelrod,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.