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 Belarus and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chris & Cosey to the grime 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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 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 rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
FM Einheit,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donny Hathaway,
Procol Harum,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eve St. Jones,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
The Human League,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Fluxion,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gladiators,
Los Fastidios,
Rotary Connection,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funkadelic,
The Gun Club,
Jacob Miller,
Schoolly D,
Quantec,
X-101,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
Bobby Hutcherson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
Ken Boothe,
LL Cool J,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
Infiniti,
Public Enemy,
The Pretty Things,
Mandrill,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
New Order,
Sister Nancy,
Marmalade,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.