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 Guinea-Bissau and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the mellotron 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 One Last Wish to the rap 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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
The Selecter,
Andrew Hill,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Albert Ayler,
Pere Ubu,
Bauhaus,
This Heat,
The Mojo Men,
Aaron Thompson,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
MDC,
DJ Sneak,
Underground Resistance,
Parry Music,
The Monks,
The Black Dice,
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
Saccharine Trust,
Buzzcocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Urselle,
Franke,
Motorama,
The Divine Comedy,
Symarip,
World's Most,
Vainqueur,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Suicide,
The Toasters,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Mandrill,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
Ludus,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Standells,
Inner City,
Scion,
Faust,
Pulsallama,
Ultravox,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.