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 Djibouti and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slick Rick to the electroclash 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Duran Duran,
Gang Green,
Ken Boothe,
Blossom Toes,
The Electric Prunes,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Basic Channel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Sneak,
Hasil Adkins,
James White and The Blacks,
10cc,
The Fugs,
Negative Approach,
Morten Harket,
Soul II Soul,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
Radio Birdman,
Circle Jerks,
Fluxion,
Franke,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Little Man,
Accadde A,
Thompson Twins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Man Parrish,
Minor Threat,
Andrew Hill,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sällskapet,
the Human League,
Hardrive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
MDC,
Lucky Dragons,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
Barbara Tucker,
Juan Atkins,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Drexciya,
X-101,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Swans,
Moebius,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Slits,
Todd Rundgren,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.