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 France and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Unwound to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hasil Adkins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
L. Decosne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Roger Hodgson,
Michelle Simonal,
Dorothy Ashby,
Howard Jones,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bootsy Collins,
Ossler,
Ituana,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rekid,
DJ Sneak,
Erykah Badu,
Fluxion,
Godley & Creme,
Maurizio,
Slave,
John Lydon,
Hashim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Easy Going,
Faraquet,
Wire,
Alison Limerick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gabor Szabo,
Pagans,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight,
Procol Harum,
Young Marble Giants,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultra Naté,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bush Tetras,
Shuggie Otis,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
Spandau Ballet,
Marmalade,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Scion,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.