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 Mongolia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 Pere Ubu to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 B.T. Express. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jesper Dahlback,
Altered Images,
Metal Thangz,
June Days,
Jandek,
La Düsseldorf,
Urselle,
Gang Green,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rekid,
The Techniques,
Bluetip,
Lower 48,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fatback Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
New Age Steppers,
ABBA,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
Don Cherry,
the Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
Ossler,
The Names,
Thompson Twins,
Arcadia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Cybotron,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
FM Einheit,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shoche,
Wolf Eyes,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brand Nubian,
Mark Hollis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hardrive,
Erykah Badu,
Clear Light,
The Monks,
EPMD,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Unrelated Segments,
Dead Boys,
Motorama,
Simply Red,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.