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 Rwanda and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Shuggie Otis to the punk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
Pantytec,
Crooked Eye,
Ohio Players,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
Suicide,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Arcadia,
Maleditus Sound,
Rosa Yemen,
David Axelrod,
Spoonie Gee,
The Pretty Things,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Lydon,
Eddi Front,
Black Bananas,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
DJ Style,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
Fat Boys,
Jacob Miller,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
Judy Mowatt,
Moss Icon,
Max Romeo,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
Hot Snakes,
Audionom,
The Cramps,
Stockholm Monsters,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
Tommy Roe,
Donald Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Alice Coltrane,
Agitation Free,
Whodini,
Tomorrow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fad Gadget,
Bad Manners,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.