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 Tunisia and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Residents to the electroclash 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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Arcadia,
The Vogues,
Television,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
Groovy Waters,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
EPMD,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
Motorama,
Minnie Riperton,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Public Enemy,
The Blues Magoos,
DJ Sneak,
The Selecter,
F. McDonald,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
Cymande,
The Monochrome Set,
Isaac Hayes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yaz,
Lower 48,
Donald Byrd,
The Martian,
Livin' Joy,
Interpol,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
Graham Central Station,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
Idris Muhammad,
Jawbox,
the Germs,
U.S. Maple,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marvin Gaye,
The Neon Judgement,
Eli Mardock,
Michelle Simonal,
T.S.O.L.,
This Heat,
Magazine,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Offenders,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.