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 Mozambique and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
Toni Rubio,
Duran Duran,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
CMW,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
Junior Murvin,
Angry Samoans,
Mantronix,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronan,
Das Ding,
KRS-One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Albert Ayler,
Dark Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Stooges,
X-102,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Fall,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
Frankie Knuckles,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pylon,
Jeff Mills,
JFA,
the Association,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marine Girls,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
Aloha Tigers,
Moby Grape,
Rakim,
Underground Resistance,
John Holt,
ABC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
Cameo,
Henry Cow,
Wire,
New York Dolls,
Monolake,
Q65,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.