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 Equatorial Guinea and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Schoolly D to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dorothy Ashby,
Thee Headcoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
Quadrant,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Hood,
Stereo Dub,
Pierre Henry,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fugs,
B.T. Express,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ituana,
the Fania All-Stars,
La Düsseldorf,
Khruangbin,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Byrd,
The Zeros,
The Shadows of Knight,
Royal Trux,
EPMD,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kas Product,
Minnie Riperton,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Peter & Gordon,
Monolake,
The Knickerbockers,
Desert Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scientists,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Davy DMX,
Mo-Dettes,
Depeche Mode,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fear,
Bang On A Can,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sex Pistols,
Kerrie Biddell,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Quando Quango,
The J.B.'s,
the Swans,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.