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 Philippines and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 Calgary and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 the Swans to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Eddi Front,
Warsaw,
Zero Boys,
John Holt,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Malaria!,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
Slick Rick,
DJ Style,
Pulsallama,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
Ludus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joensuu 1685,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Wings,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smiths,
Stiv Bators,
The Saints,
Porter Ricks,
Wasted Youth,
Fugazi,
Max Romeo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bad Manners,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fire Engines,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sandy B,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
Young Marble Giants,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Flag,
Scrapy,
Eve St. Jones,
Terry Callier,
Crash Course in Science,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Walker Brothers,
Johnny Clarke,
Lucky Dragons,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Brass Construction,
Barbara Tucker,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.