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 Comoros and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
Derrick Morgan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Fall,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alton Ellis,
The Evens,
Lungfish,
Alphaville,
The Sonics,
Surgeon,
Joey Negro,
Pere Ubu,
Visage,
Deadbeat,
Angry Samoans,
Electric Prunes,
Skriet,
The Cure,
Alice Coltrane,
Lou Reed,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Symarip,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Lynne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry's Kids,
Althea and Donna,
Carl Craig,
Lightning Bolt,
Peter & Gordon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Leaves,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Lucky Dragons,
Technova,
Stetsasonic,
Tommy Roe,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
Wings,
Loose Ends,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.