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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 DJ Style to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
X-102,
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Nik Kershaw,
EPMD,
Soulsonic Force,
Deadbeat,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth,
Adolescents,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Velvet Underground,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
FM Einheit,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wire,
New York Dolls,
Goldenarms,
Gang of Four,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
Minny Pops,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Kayak,
Shoche,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Little Man,
Severed Heads,
Grauzone,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultimate Spinach,
Loose Ends,
Brand Nubian,
Joy Division,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Moon,
Nas,
Bang On A Can,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
K-Klass,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
Charles Mingus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Chris & Cosey,
Sixth Finger,
Jacob Miller,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.