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 Andorra and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Con Funk Shun to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
Absolute Body Control,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Can,
Nation of Ulysses,
Tubeway Army,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Clear Light,
Fatback Band,
Donald Byrd,
The Misunderstood,
the Sonics,
Fela Kuti,
Slave,
Goldenarms,
The Selecter,
Aural Exciters,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Alton Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
T. Rex,
Eddi Front,
The Blues Magoos,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Con Funk Shun,
The Alarm Clocks,
Public Enemy,
Pantaleimon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anthony Braxton,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Don Cherry,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction,
the Bar-Kays,
David Axelrod,
Pulsallama,
Funky Four + One,
Technova,
Kas Product,
Skarface,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.