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 Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk 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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Youth Brigade,
Joyce Sims,
Rites of Spring,
Maurizio,
Royal Trux,
Freddie Wadling,
Section 25,
The Monks,
Clear Light,
Arcadia,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Lynne,
Charles Mingus,
the Germs,
Saccharine Trust,
Robert Hood,
Quantec,
T.S.O.L.,
Radio Birdman,
X-102,
Henry Cow,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
Bush Tetras,
H. Thieme,
Dual Sessions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Morten Harket,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
Desert Stars,
the Association,
The Velvet Underground,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
Faraquet,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
KRS-One,
Easy Going,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cameo,
The Residents,
Excepter,
JFA,
a-ha,
Idris Muhammad,
Isaac Hayes,
K-Klass,
John Holt,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kerri Chandler,
LL Cool J,
Fatback Band,
Liliput,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.