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 Nicaragua and from Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 June of 44 to the grunge 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
James White and The Blacks,
Q65,
Groovy Waters,
Lindisfarne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
B.T. Express,
Inner City,
Jeff Mills,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Livin' Joy,
Goldenarms,
Joyce Sims,
Camberwell Now,
Chris & Cosey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
Barry Ungar,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
Niagra,
Bauhaus,
Sonny Sharrock,
UT,
Thompson Twins,
Nas,
Hasil Adkins,
X-Ray Spex,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
Buzzcocks,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
The Black Dice,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barclay James Harvest,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül II,
The Selecter,
Boredoms,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.