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 Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Mantronix to the rap 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
The Slits,
Roy Ayers,
The Fortunes,
The Young Rascals,
Minor Threat,
Sandy B,
The Move,
A Certain Ratio,
The American Breed,
Lungfish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
The Monochrome Set,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
Niagra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
John Holt,
Cal Tjader,
Heaven 17,
The Birthday Party,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Hill,
Kerri Chandler,
Model 500,
Shoche,
David McCallum,
Pulsallama,
The Zeros,
Swell Maps,
The Cowsills,
The Techniques,
Au Pairs,
The Moody Blues,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neu!,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Byrd,
Lou Reed,
MDC,
Goldenarms,
The Raincoats,
Suburban Knight,
Ossler,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
Aswad,
E-Dancer,
ABBA,
The United States of America,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.