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 Indonesia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 oboe 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 Archie Shepp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Gun Club. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
X-101,
Absolute Body Control,
The Fortunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric Dolphy,
Tears for Fears,
AZ,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Offenders,
Barclay James Harvest,
Vladislav Delay,
Leonard Cohen,
Scratch Acid,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
Swell Maps,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cluster,
Au Pairs,
Country Teasers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground,
Crash Course in Science,
Eli Mardock,
Dead Boys,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
Kevin Saunderson,
Parry Music,
Chrome,
DJ Sneak,
Supertramp,
Avey Tare,
Joe Smooth,
Arcadia,
Ten City,
Qualms,
Susan Cadogan,
Technova,
Charles Mingus,
MDC,
Skriet,
Spandau Ballet,
Joey Negro,
Idris Muhammad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.