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 Nigeria and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lindisfarne,
Main Source,
Radio Birdman,
Popol Vuh,
Kool Moe Dee,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
Alton Ellis,
The Red Krayola,
Anakelly,
Skaos,
Crispy Ambulance,
Livin' Joy,
Monolake,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
Iggy Pop,
Fat Boys,
Connie Case,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
The Modern Lovers,
Severed Heads,
Sugar Minott,
Terry Callier,
John Foxx,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fortunes,
Rites of Spring,
The Wake,
June Days,
Radiohead,
Khruangbin,
Lakeside,
Slick Rick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Donny Hathaway,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jimmy McGriff,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
David Bowie,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eden Ahbez,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
a-ha,
Camouflage,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.