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 Brunei and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bologna.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Fat Boys to the crunk 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
The Sonics,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang Starr,
Echospace,
Marvin Gaye,
Wire,
Mantronix,
Darondo,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson,
Rosa Yemen,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
Tomorrow,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fugs,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Masters at Work,
Dark Day,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Niagra,
Matthew Bourne,
Swans,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Organ,
Massinfluence,
Maurizio,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Saccharine Trust,
Swell Maps,
Deakin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kurtis Blow,
The Happenings,
Arcadia,
Marine Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hardrive,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Desert Stars,
Piero Umiliani,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
The Cowsills,
Sparks,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.