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 United Kingdom and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rap 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Quadrant,
Harry Pussy,
Motorama,
Country Teasers,
The Dirtbombs,
Minor Threat,
The Shadows of Knight,
L. Decosne,
The Fall,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Parrish,
Cameo,
June of 44,
Monks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
Wasted Youth,
Porter Ricks,
Nils Olav,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pretty Things,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones,
Colin Newman,
Archie Shepp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
DJ Sneak,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Sandy B,
X-Ray Spex,
Surgeon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Fania All-Stars,
Saccharine Trust,
Funky Four + One,
The Cowsills,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Knickerbockers,
Inner City,
Bluetip,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.