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 Pakistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Mark Hollis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Rapeman,
The Durutti Column,
Scion,
Lalann,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
Eric Copeland,
Sandy B,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
The Busters,
Ice-T,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
John Lydon,
Parry Music,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Searchers,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Heaven 17,
Thee Headcoats,
China Crisis,
Altered Images,
Depeche Mode,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultravox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
The Saints,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Minutemen,
Rakim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Angels of Light,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Colin Newman,
The United States of America,
Tom Boy,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
Avey Tare,
Con Funk Shun,
The Leaves,
The Grass Roots,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ken Boothe,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
10cc,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.