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 Equatorial Guinea and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 chamberlin 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 Rakim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stereo Dub record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cluster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Flipper,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
Roger Hodgson,
Fluxion,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Wally Richardson,
Carl Craig,
Pagans,
Malaria!,
The Music Machine,
MDC,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Grandmaster Flash,
Intrusion,
Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
X-101,
Judy Mowatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Real Kids,
Big Daddy Kane,
Underground Resistance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sugar Minott,
Agitation Free,
Matthew Bourne,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Slits,
X-102,
Quantec,
The Leaves,
The Happenings,
Scratch Acid,
Joe Smooth,
Tim Buckley,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
kango's stein massive,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Brick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Schoolly D,
Ultra Naté,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
Shuggie Otis,
Ronan,
Groovy Waters,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.