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 Niger and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Al Stewart to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Pet Shop Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Grass Roots,
The Residents,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
H. Thieme,
Y Pants,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Magazine,
Skaos,
Icehouse,
Blancmange,
Duran Duran,
Los Fastidios,
Wally Richardson,
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
Jerry Gold Smith,
David McCallum,
Bobby Womack,
Excepter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rapeman,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ossler,
June Days,
Half Japanese,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-Ray Spex,
Simply Red,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Red Krayola,
The Names,
Glenn Branca,
Magma,
The Saints,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Curtis Mayfield,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Scientists,
Amon Düül,
Bad Manners,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.