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 Kuwait and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Dorothy Ashby to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Standells,
Kenny Larkin,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hoover,
The Busters,
John Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Idris Muhammad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Khruangbin,
The Victims,
DJ Style,
Desert Stars,
Glenn Branca,
Q65,
Terry Callier,
Joe Finger,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mission of Burma,
Bluetip,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Deepchord,
a-ha,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Five Americans,
The Walker Brothers,
The Raincoats,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
Porter Ricks,
Trumans Water,
The Fire Engines,
Robert Hood,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABBA,
Adolescents,
The Saints,
Warsaw,
Sixth Finger,
The United States of America,
Eli Mardock,
Crispian St. Peters,
Index,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
Amon Düül II,
LL Cool J,
Tears for Fears,
Sparks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Soul II Soul,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.