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 Syria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Chris & Cosey to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Basic Channel,
D'Angelo,
Rakim,
Can,
Interpol,
The Cure,
Fela Kuti,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moby Grape,
Easy Going,
Newcleus,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fat Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Scrapy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
New Order,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Shuggie Otis,
The Standells,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bill Wells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minor Threat,
Cal Tjader,
Kas Product,
Yaz,
Aaron Thompson,
ABC,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Pus,
Josef K,
Liliput,
Kenny Larkin,
The Raincoats,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
Shoche,
Freddie Wadling,
Simply Red,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
David Axelrod,
Reuben Wilson,
The Toasters,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.