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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
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 808 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 Brand Nubian to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
The Smiths,
Anthony Braxton,
Sixth Finger,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Rotary Connection,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
Subhumans,
Eric Dolphy,
Tubeway Army,
Bill Near,
Nico,
Black Bananas,
Grauzone,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
Panda Bear,
Black Pus,
The Fortunes,
Delta 5,
Hashim,
Ponytail,
Qualms,
Wings,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
Slave,
Mission of Burma,
Lebanon Hanover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cluster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scratch Acid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
EPMD,
OOIOO,
Amon Düül,
Mr. Review,
New Order,
Rhythm & Sound,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
The Toasters,
Massinfluence,
The Trojans,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.