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 Slovakia and from Calgary.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Dennis Brown to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Soul II Soul,
The Fall,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
Eric B and Rakim,
Public Enemy,
Joy Division,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
Erasure,
The American Breed,
The Pretty Things,
The Fugs,
The Doors,
Fad Gadget,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Young Marble Giants,
Dennis Brown,
Intrusion,
The Real Kids,
Shuggie Otis,
Bill Near,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
The Raincoats,
Zero Boys,
Visage,
The Smiths,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
Babytalk,
The Star Department,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gladiators,
L. Decosne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sonic Youth,
Slave,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
The Fuzztones,
The Moody Blues,
Massinfluence,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
Skaos,
Rapeman,
Roy Ayers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pulsallama,
KRS-One,
Charles Mingus,
Sarah Menescal,
The Invisible,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Kinks,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.