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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 mellotron 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 Barrington Levy to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moleskins,
Faust,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sixth Finger,
The Monochrome Set,
Index,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
The Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Monks,
Don Cherry,
Accadde A,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Quadrant,
Neil Young,
Althea and Donna,
Quantec,
MDC,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana,
Livin' Joy,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lindisfarne,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Gang of Four,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Essential Logic,
The Smoke,
Skaos,
Gang Green,
Sällskapet,
Public Enemy,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
This Heat,
Ossler,
The Trojans,
ABC,
Main Source,
Bob Dylan,
Minnie Riperton,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Make Up,
The Names,
Clear Light,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Flesh Eaters,
R.M.O.,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camberwell Now,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.