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 Switzerland and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Black Flag to the techno 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visage,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lungfish,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tropical Tobacco,
Interpol,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kenny Larkin,
Steve Hackett,
Piero Umiliani,
Erykah Badu,
Agent Orange,
Lucky Dragons,
Suicide,
The Pop Group,
Essential Logic,
The Invisible,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
Magazine,
T. Rex,
Sparks,
B.T. Express,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Circle Jerks,
Severed Heads,
The Move,
The Fortunes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bobby Womack,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
DNA,
John Lydon,
Glenn Branca,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cure,
The Young Rascals,
Make Up,
Soft Cell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.