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 Georgia and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Graham Central Station to the crunk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anakelly,
Japan,
the Germs,
The Moleskins,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Max Romeo,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
The Grass Roots,
The Birthday Party,
Groovy Waters,
Popol Vuh,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cure,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Infiniti,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DJ Style,
Josef K,
Animal Collective,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Donny Hathaway,
Roger Hodgson,
Magazine,
Sonny Sharrock,
Parry Music,
Clear Light,
The Human League,
The Monks,
Lalann,
Bronski Beat,
Derrick Morgan,
Janne Schatter,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kas Product,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
The Cosmic Jokers,
E-Dancer,
The Standells,
Aural Exciters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
Prince Buster,
June of 44,
The Count Five,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Raincoats,
Bill Near,
Brothers Johnson,
Theoretical Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs, The New Christs.
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.