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 Sri Lanka and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Buzzcocks to the electroclash 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Con Funk Shun tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
Bad Manners,
The Leaves,
Visage,
FM Einheit,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Radio Birdman,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Lynne,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sight & Sound,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
MC5,
Slave,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Stooges,
Nas,
Flipper,
David McCallum,
Blossom Toes,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Roy Ayers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Flag,
Darondo,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
Sun City Girls,
The Fugs,
cv313,
The Raincoats,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Misunderstood,
Albert Ayler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joey Negro,
The Fuzztones,
Ronan,
Simply Red,
Brand Nubian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Rosa Yemen,
The Move,
the Bar-Kays,
Don Cherry,
Todd Rundgren,
Camberwell Now,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.