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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
Junior Murvin,
Rapeman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tres Demented,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Moleskins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Womack,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sound Behaviour,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
Livin' Joy,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Starr,
Model 500,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Christie,
Accadde A,
Metal Thangz,
Eden Ahbez,
New Order,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
Monolake,
The Durutti Column,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
a-ha,
Half Japanese,
Cymande,
Inner City,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ornette Coleman,
Procol Harum,
Von Mondo,
Main Source,
Fluxion,
Marc Almond,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.