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 Poland and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 Funky Four + One to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Interpol,
Fela Kuti,
The Monochrome Set,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
Radiohead,
R.M.O.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jacob Miller,
The Sound,
Glenn Branca,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Wyatt,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Aural Exciters,
Mad Mike,
Excepter,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
Chrome,
Ice-T,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
Tomorrow,
Crispian St. Peters,
Icehouse,
Yaz,
Boz Scaggs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Young Rascals,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kas Product,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Offenders,
DNA,
Black Bananas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Index,
Harry Pussy,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.