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 Mali and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Piero Umiliani to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every London Community Gospel Choir record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Fear,
Zero Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Monolake,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
Howard Jones,
Toni Rubio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Theoretical Girls,
Patti Smith,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
Au Pairs,
Quando Quango,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sparks,
Morten Harket,
The Index,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
the Slits,
Y Pants,
R.M.O.,
The Young Rascals,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young,
Andrew Hill,
Albert Ayler,
Bang On A Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris Corsano,
Livin' Joy,
Ice-T,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rakim,
Oblivians,
Deepchord,
Gabor Szabo,
Half Japanese,
June Days,
AZ,
Cal Tjader,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Suicide,
Ten City,
Arab on Radar,
Cameo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eve St. Jones,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.