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 Zambia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Schoolly D,
Cymande,
Scientists,
Sugar Minott,
Soulsonic Force,
Newcleus,
Crooked Eye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quando Quango,
Unrelated Segments,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sam Rivers,
Silicon Teens,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Lydon,
Slick Rick,
Livin' Joy,
Wire,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Near,
Public Enemy,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
Yellowson,
The Techniques,
Y Pants,
PIL,
Joe Smooth,
Pole,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
Wasted Youth,
The Litter,
the Association,
Rakim,
Godley & Creme,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed,
Ossler,
Vladislav Delay,
Duran Duran,
New Order,
Section 25,
cv313,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.