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 Togo and from Salvador.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Oneida to the crunk 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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Scan 7,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dirtbombs,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-Ray Spex,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
Sound Behaviour,
Pierre Henry,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jawbox,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Faraquet,
Soft Cell,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
Joensuu 1685,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Association,
Donny Hathaway,
The Neon Judgement,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
Pantytec,
Slave,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
June Days,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Selecter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
X-102,
David Axelrod,
Hoover,
Alton Ellis,
Parry Music,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Don Cherry,
A Certain Ratio,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nas,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.