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 Cameroon and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Slackers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
Los Fastidios,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sexual Harrassment,
Franke,
EPMD,
Heaven 17,
Saccharine Trust,
Brothers Johnson,
the Normal,
Scion,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Eve St. Jones,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
The Pretty Things,
Roxy Music,
Deadbeat,
Danielle Patucci,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
Jacques Brel,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
Connie Case,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Wally Richardson,
The Barracudas,
Joy Division,
Ultimate Spinach,
Parry Music,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nils Olav,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Tres Demented,
The Remains,
Neu!,
DJ Style,
Nirvana,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
Television Personalities,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mark Hollis,
Nik Kershaw,
Maurizio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell, Kerrie Biddell.
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.