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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 8 Eyed Spy to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
Sixth Finger,
Underground Resistance,
Sound Behaviour,
The Shadows of Knight,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
F. McDonald,
New Order,
Tres Demented,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Last Poets,
PIL,
Audionom,
The Music Machine,
LL Cool J,
Byron Stingily,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mission of Burma,
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
Amazonics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
Dawn Penn,
Ronnie Foster,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
These Immortal Souls,
The Selecter,
Hot Snakes,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Groovy Waters,
Average White Band,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
Loose Ends,
Q65,
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Normal,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
Inner City,
K-Klass,
Metal Thangz,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Moebius, Moebius, Moebius, Moebius.
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.