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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 sitar 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 Public Image Ltd. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
Hasil Adkins,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
UT,
Black Moon,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
Mo-Dettes,
Vainqueur,
Fat Boys,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harpers Bizarre,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
Marmalade,
New Age Steppers,
Technova,
Shuggie Otis,
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Moody Blues,
Dual Sessions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skarface,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
Liliput,
Stiv Bators,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Vogues,
Camberwell Now,
Donny Hathaway,
Heaven 17,
Piero Umiliani,
Scion,
Flash Fearless,
The Misunderstood,
The Residents,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Colin Newman,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lakeside,
KRS-One,
Hardrive,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
Arcadia,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.