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 Korea North and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Swans to the techno 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Country Teasers,
Rod Modell,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
Sun City Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
Suicide,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lungfish,
Kaleidoscope,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jerry's Kids,
MDC,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Judy Mowatt,
Index,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
Erykah Badu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Soft Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Duran Duran,
Hasil Adkins,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
This Heat,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
Fad Gadget,
the Germs,
the Sonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agent Orange,
Bill Near,
Stiv Bators,
Sparks,
Henry Cow,
World's Most,
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.