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 Cape Verde and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ice-T to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All Tropical Tobacco tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
KRS-One,
Shuggie Otis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The New Christs,
Average White Band,
Letta Mbulu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Trumans Water,
Sixth Finger,
Simply Red,
Carl Craig,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
The Monks,
Bobby Womack,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lungfish,
Bauhaus,
Pylon,
Urselle,
Soft Machine,
The Motions,
Drexciya,
The Divine Comedy,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
John Foxx,
The Fall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Albert Ayler,
Soft Cell,
cv313,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
Crooked Eye,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Juan Atkins,
Kas Product,
Nico,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
Tubeway Army,
Max Romeo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fuzztones,
Rekid,
Nirvana,
The Cramps,
Barry Ungar,
The Offenders,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.