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 Bhutan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Siglo XX to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dennis Brown,
the Association,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Roy Ayers,
Derrick Morgan,
Mad Mike,
Scratch Acid,
FM Einheit,
The Toasters,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
Scientists,
Public Enemy,
Marshall Jefferson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Amon Düül II,
Letta Mbulu,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Sonics,
Sight & Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Sarah Menescal,
Joe Finger,
Arab on Radar,
Fluxion,
Flipper,
Gregory Isaacs,
CMW,
John Lydon,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
Ossler,
Mars,
Altered Images,
T. Rex,
The Blackbyrds,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eli Mardock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tears for Fears,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
Dawn Penn,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.