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 Benin and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doobie Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gun Club,
Joey Negro,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
Prince Buster,
Sam Rivers,
Flipper,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
OOIOO,
The Smiths,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Maurizio,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Last Poets,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sandy B,
Mo-Dettes,
B.T. Express,
Donny Hathaway,
Au Pairs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thompson Twins,
Negative Approach,
Visage,
Nas,
Ponytail,
U.S. Maple,
The Fire Engines,
Minor Threat,
Ronan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Aaron Thompson,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
Hoover,
Drexciya,
Dave Gahan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Section 25,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Junior Murvin,
The Star Department,
Alice Coltrane,
Boz Scaggs,
Bad Manners,
Monks,
the Human League,
The Names,
Camberwell Now,
Rosa Yemen,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.