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 Uruguay and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Darondo to the funk 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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Cybotron,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
Ossler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Porter Ricks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Beasts of Bourbon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
EPMD,
Agent Orange,
Urselle,
Excepter,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nik Kershaw,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Byrd,
Visage,
Black Flag,
Eddi Front,
Shuggie Otis,
Q and Not U,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Juan Atkins,
Skriet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Iggy Pop,
Marmalade,
Radio Birdman,
Ronan,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tears for Fears,
Eric B and Rakim,
The J.B.'s,
The Gladiators,
a-ha,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
CMW,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
Nirvana,
The Smiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
Dual Sessions,
John Holt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.