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 Togo and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fugazi to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Nico,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
Audionom,
Minutemen,
Reagan Youth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Godley & Creme,
Pere Ubu,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
Sixth Finger,
Camberwell Now,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Blake Baxter,
Deadbeat,
Can,
E-Dancer,
Jerry's Kids,
Royal Trux,
Wings,
Suicide,
Inner City,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
Mo-Dettes,
Monks,
Stereo Dub,
Trumans Water,
Qualms,
Mission of Burma,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dark Day,
The Durutti Column,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
Robert Hood,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Tommy Roe,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Visage,
Radio Birdman,
Gregory Isaacs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Todd Terry,
Liliput,
Cameo,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
Hoover,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang Green,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.