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 Moldova and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Cairo.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Prince Buster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Index,
Sister Nancy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Howard Jones,
Jerry's Kids,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Liliput,
Toni Rubio,
Visage,
The Techniques,
The Stooges,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
Prince Buster,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
The Skatalites,
Television Personalities,
Archie Shepp,
The Buckinghams,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
Bizarre Inc.,
Donald Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Malaria!,
Max Romeo,
Subhumans,
Derrick May,
Maurizio,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Avey Tare,
Ornette Coleman,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
Scientists,
Steve Hackett,
Joy Division,
Lalann,
Bobby Byrd,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
X-102,
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
the Swans,
Al Stewart,
the Bar-Kays,
Rites of Spring,
Alison Limerick,
Aaron Thompson,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.