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 Turkmenistan and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 The Alarm Clocks to the funk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Suicide,
DJ Sneak,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
Fluxion,
Model 500,
Average White Band,
Das Ding,
Ponytail,
Aswad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Dirtbombs,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
The Happenings,
Dave Gahan,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ossler,
Mars,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
Babytalk,
Jacques Brel,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brothers Johnson,
Hasil Adkins,
Zapp,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barrington Levy,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
Loose Ends,
Bill Near,
The Move,
Dennis Brown,
The Invisible,
Tom Boy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Image Ltd.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
Cybotron,
Morten Harket,
Malaria!,
The Modern Lovers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.