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 Kyrgyzstan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 theremin 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 Todd Terry to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gladiators,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
Circle Jerks,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
MDC,
John Foxx,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
Niagra,
Soft Machine,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
The Count Five,
The Neon Judgement,
Fugazi,
Silicon Teens,
the Association,
Fear,
Icehouse,
Vainqueur,
The Sound,
Black Pus,
Quando Quango,
Blancmange,
Wolf Eyes,
LL Cool J,
OOIOO,
Bobby Byrd,
Goldenarms,
Throbbing Gristle,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
Tomorrow,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Hill,
Eric Copeland,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pulsallama,
Chris & Cosey,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dual Sessions,
Cal Tjader,
Reuben Wilson,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.