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 Vietnam and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Delta 5 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
The New Christs,
The United States of America,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann,
Clear Light,
Faraquet,
Arcadia,
Marvin Gaye,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jerry Gold Smith,
This Heat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Y Pants,
The Selecter,
Soulsonic Force,
The Stooges,
Underground Resistance,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jesper Dahlback,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
The Monochrome Set,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
Nas,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sight & Sound,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
Tim Buckley,
The Remains,
The Victims,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
David Bowie,
Shuggie Otis,
the Normal,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine,
Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow, Henry Cow.
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.