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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Soft Machine to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Livin' Joy,
Rakim,
Marc Almond,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
Gichy Dan,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Main Source,
Bang On A Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dennis Brown,
Josef K,
D'Angelo,
Jerry's Kids,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slits,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
Newcleus,
Mission of Burma,
Inner City,
Rapeman,
Cymande,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Chris Corsano,
Rod Modell,
James White and The Blacks,
DNA,
Bootsy Collins,
The American Breed,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tim Buckley,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
Laurel Aitken,
Con Funk Shun,
DJ Style,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minor Threat,
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
Absolute Body Control,
the Sonics,
Ultravox,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Infiniti,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.