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 Namibia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Golliwogs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Hashim,
Wally Richardson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mo-Dettes,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
Josef K,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Foxx,
Suburban Knight,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rotary Connection,
Camberwell Now,
Brothers Johnson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ludus,
Rites of Spring,
Anakelly,
Can,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
Quando Quango,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Slits,
Motorama,
Throbbing Gristle,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Trojans,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
AZ,
Neu!,
Schoolly D,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Derrick May,
Lalann,
Sonny Sharrock,
Aswad,
Moby Grape,
Gastr Del Sol,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
The Victims,
Fatback Band,
Circle Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.