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 Vanuatu and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Five Americans to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Au Pairs. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Los Fastidios,
Scratch Acid,
Cal Tjader,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
Groovy Waters,
The Martian,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
China Crisis,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Masters at Work,
Joensuu 1685,
Slave,
Nirvana,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Standells,
Curtis Mayfield,
Piero Umiliani,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Divine Comedy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
Quando Quango,
Dave Gahan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
Das Ding,
Kaleidoscope,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
A Certain Ratio,
JFA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kayak,
Letta Mbulu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Laurel Aitken,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Prunes,
Deakin,
Jacob Miller,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Minnie Riperton,
Alphaville,
Sparks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Terry,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.