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 the UAE and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Todd Terry to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quando Quango,
Roxy Music,
The Five Americans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Deepchord,
The United States of America,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
a-ha,
Eurythmics,
John Foxx,
Pagans,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
The Kinks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bobby Byrd,
Terry Callier,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
Moby Grape,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
MC5,
Drive Like Jehu,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Neil Young,
The Shadows of Knight,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gichy Dan,
Minutemen,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
Pole,
Second Layer,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Lightning Bolt,
Supertramp,
Youth Brigade,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Velvet Underground,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Techniques,
Arthur Verocai,
Loose Ends,
K-Klass,
The Pretty Things,
Marvin Gaye,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.