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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Slave to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Angels of Light,
Jawbox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
The Trojans,
Inner City,
Sight & Sound,
Albert Ayler,
The Raincoats,
The Divine Comedy,
Depeche Mode,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fat Boys,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monolake,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Y Pants,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
Erykah Badu,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
Chris & Cosey,
Kaleidoscope,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
The Searchers,
Juan Atkins,
Tubeway Army,
Das Ding,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Scrapy,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Urselle,
Agitation Free,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gladiators,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
Wire,
These Immortal Souls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mr. Review,
Zapp,
Average White Band,
Eddi Front,
The Misunderstood,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
The Five Americans,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.