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 Tanzania and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Bauhaus to the grunge 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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hasil Adkins,
Todd Terry,
Underground Resistance,
Pharoah Sanders,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
Easy Going,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
Black Bananas,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
Fat Boys,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
These Immortal Souls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Remains,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Lynne,
Eve St. Jones,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
Audionom,
Von Mondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
Barrington Levy,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
Franke,
the Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Soulsonic Force,
The Saints,
Ossler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sonic Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Ponytail,
Zero Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
Matthew Bourne,
AZ,
Section 25,
Flipper,
John Foxx,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.