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 Syria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Neon Judgement to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Grauzone,
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roger Hodgson,
Erasure,
Ralphi Rosario,
John Cale,
Supertramp,
Minutemen,
Monks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Juan Atkins,
Fugazi,
Echospace,
Los Fastidios,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
The Skatalites,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
The Cowsills,
Ice-T,
Laurel Aitken,
The Offenders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mars,
Cheater Slicks,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
Guru Guru,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Neon Judgement,
Altered Images,
Peter & Gordon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Residents,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
Marmalade,
Buzzcocks,
Ronnie Foster,
The United States of America,
The Techniques,
The Mojo Men,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Main Source,
Intrusion,
The Motions,
Lalann,
DJ Sneak,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rapeman,
Swans,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.