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 Liechtenstein and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Last Poets to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
Symarip,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Robert Wyatt,
Colin Newman,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Loose Ends,
Lyres,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
Hardrive,
Amon Düül II,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Robert Görl,
Rekid,
Audionom,
Wire,
Wasted Youth,
Excepter,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Wells,
The Slits,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
Pantytec,
Main Source,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Connie Case,
The Toasters,
The Young Rascals,
Bad Manners,
Make Up,
In Retrospect,
Radiohead,
The Fall,
New York Dolls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eden Ahbez,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Soft Cell,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.