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 Kenya and from Halifax.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Interpol to the disco 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All David McCallum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doors record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
Rites of Spring,
Ornette Coleman,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
Thee Headcoats,
Underground Resistance,
Chrome,
EPMD,
Sällskapet,
Don Cherry,
X-102,
Ken Boothe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
The Beau Brummels,
Toni Rubio,
Dennis Brown,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra,
Livin' Joy,
The Last Poets,
The Stooges,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dark Day,
Sex Pistols,
Wally Richardson,
Wolf Eyes,
Second Layer,
Ten City,
The Fugs,
The Durutti Column,
The Slackers,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
Zapp,
Massinfluence,
Johnny Clarke,
Marine Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
the Human League,
Young Marble Giants,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Lightning Bolt,
Nico,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Youth Brigade,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Unrelated Segments,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultra Naté,
X-Ray Spex,
Masters at Work,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.