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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 R.M.O. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
X-101,
Spoonie Gee,
KRS-One,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Durutti Column,
Maurizio,
The Misunderstood,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Suicide,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxy Music,
The Young Rascals,
Marvin Gaye,
Tommy Roe,
Howard Jones,
Aswad,
China Crisis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
David McCallum,
The Leaves,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Cheater Slicks,
Davy DMX,
Eli Mardock,
The Barracudas,
Glenn Branca,
Khruangbin,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Dolphy,
Crime,
Brand Nubian,
Wings,
R.M.O.,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Nils Olav,
T. Rex,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Organ,
Whodini,
Barclay James Harvest,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
Chrome,
Bobby Womack,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
Peter & Gordon,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.