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 Germany and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Skatalites to the rock 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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
China Crisis,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marmalade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rosa Yemen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Magma,
The Vogues,
Unwound,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yusef Lateef,
Ohio Players,
Whodini,
Skriet,
Henry Cow,
Rakim,
Camouflage,
LL Cool J,
Ornette Coleman,
Funkadelic,
The Leaves,
James White and The Blacks,
Althea and Donna,
Cheater Slicks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Amon Düül II,
Terry Callier,
Wally Richardson,
Gang Green,
Peter and Kerry,
Fatback Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Detroit Cobras,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five,
Accadde A,
Cybotron,
Nik Kershaw,
It's A Beautiful Day,
F. McDonald,
Pharoah Sanders,
D'Angelo,
Tears for Fears,
Y Pants,
The Happenings,
KRS-One,
Television,
David McCallum,
Q65,
Warren Ellis,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
Scientists,
JFA,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.