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 United Kingdom and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Gang Starr to the dance 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels 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 Names,
Toni Rubio,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sparks,
the Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Ronan,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
Aloha Tigers,
Echospace,
Robert Hood,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Niagra,
8 Eyed Spy,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stetsasonic,
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fat Boys,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Leonard Cohen,
The Standells,
Funkadelic,
Panda Bear,
B.T. Express,
The Young Rascals,
The Smiths,
Ituana,
Jeff Mills,
Fugazi,
ABBA,
Bluetip,
Roxy Music,
Circle Jerks,
Joey Negro,
James White and The Blacks,
Monolake,
Rod Modell,
Anakelly,
This Heat,
Byron Stingily,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.