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 Belgium and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 linndrum 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 Subhumans to the punk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Scrapy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Doobie Brothers,
Amon Düül,
Letta Mbulu,
The Black Dice,
Pet Shop Boys,
Khruangbin,
The Gun Club,
Barry Ungar,
The Dead C,
Yellowson,
Neu!,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Rapeman,
Livin' Joy,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
L. Decosne,
Qualms,
Judy Mowatt,
Spoonie Gee,
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
Bizarre Inc.,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
Joe Smooth,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pulsallama,
Black Sheep,
The Angels of Light,
The Trojans,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Wyatt,
Ultravox,
Cymande,
Ponytail,
Crime,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kurtis Blow,
The Young Rascals,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
Arab on Radar,
Slick Rick,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.