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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 World's Most to the punk 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Subhumans,
The Saints,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Image Ltd.,
D'Angelo,
Marine Girls,
Wire,
Public Enemy,
Heaven 17,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
Fatback Band,
Darondo,
Maurizio,
The Real Kids,
the Slits,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
The Fuzztones,
Altered Images,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kevin Saunderson,
Stereo Dub,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Coltrane,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gap Band,
Lyres,
The Knickerbockers,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
E-Dancer,
Soft Cell,
The Five Americans,
Sight & Sound,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Von Mondo,
The Modern Lovers,
Das Ding,
Slave,
Sparks,
Pantytec,
The Buckinghams,
Jeff Lynne,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Tres Demented,
The Selecter,
Hot Snakes,
Echospace,
Cheater Slicks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Banda Bassotti,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.