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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Michael McDonald 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 Eurythmics to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
Eric Copeland,
Aaron Thompson,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dead C,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
Laurel Aitken,
Ponytail,
Mark Hollis,
Todd Rundgren,
David McCallum,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Stereo Dub,
The Fortunes,
Tim Buckley,
The Trojans,
Joy Division,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Cybotron,
U.S. Maple,
Metal Thangz,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Cymande,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Henry Cow,
Oneida,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
Babytalk,
Malaria!,
Masters at Work,
The Selecter,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
Adolescents,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
Idris Muhammad,
Scion,
Gabor Szabo,
OOIOO,
Anthony Braxton,
Faust,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
The Velvet Underground,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.