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 Japan and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 MC5 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
KRS-One,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Los Fastidios,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
D'Angelo,
Boredoms,
Accadde A,
Barclay James Harvest,
New York Dolls,
Television,
John Lydon,
Andrew Hill,
Tommy Roe,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
Jerry's Kids,
The Count Five,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
The Trojans,
Flash Fearless,
the Normal,
Sight & Sound,
The Music Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Pole,
The Knickerbockers,
Basic Channel,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun Ra,
Camouflage,
David Bowie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Remains,
Ossler,
Robert Görl,
Soul Sonic Force,
Mad Mike,
Michelle Simonal,
Blancmange,
Severed Heads,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeff Lynne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scrapy,
The Selecter,
Porter Ricks,
Zapp,
Liliput,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.