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 Paraguay and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 These Immortal Souls to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
The Fire Engines,
Laurel Aitken,
Bluetip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Swans,
DJ Style,
Blancmange,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Danielle Patucci,
Ultra Naté,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brick,
Josef K,
Ronan,
Lindisfarne,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Vogues,
Hoover,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Hill,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Fugs,
Stereo Dub,
The Last Poets,
Subhumans,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skarface,
Interpol,
Albert Ayler,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Stiv Bators,
Tim Buckley,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
Barbara Tucker,
Wire,
Agent Orange,
MDC,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
Glenn Branca,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.