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 Finland and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Tomorrow to the electroclash 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Au Pairs,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Simply Red,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Negative Approach,
Model 500,
Blake Baxter,
E-Dancer,
Absolute Body Control,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gun Club,
Moebius,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
Public Enemy,
Ultravox,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pulsallama,
Fat Boys,
The Five Americans,
The Cowsills,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Essential Logic,
The Motions,
Deepchord,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare,
PIL,
Delta 5,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Stetsasonic,
Aural Exciters,
Ornette Coleman,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Black Pus,
The Victims,
Dawn Penn,
Carl Craig,
Ossler,
Sonic Youth,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.