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 Micronesia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 The Cowsills to the rap 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Scrapy,
Los Fastidios,
Eurythmics,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
Rapeman,
Sex Pistols,
Scientists,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Youth Brigade,
Chris Corsano,
Subhumans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grauzone,
Excepter,
Soul II Soul,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
DJ Sneak,
Ronan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Prince Buster,
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
Organ,
Zapp,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
The Moleskins,
L. Decosne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Raincoats,
David Bowie,
The Searchers,
Kas Product,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
X-101,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
Gregory Isaacs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yaz,
Blancmange,
Cameo,
Stereo Dub,
Pussy Galore,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Be Bop Deluxe,
Wire,
Donny Hathaway,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
Hardrive,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.