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 Palau and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Selecter to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Swans,
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quadrant,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
Basic Channel,
The Monks,
Saccharine Trust,
Black Moon,
Vladislav Delay,
Thompson Twins,
Fatback Band,
Stetsasonic,
Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Bluetip,
EPMD,
The Pop Group,
The Modern Lovers,
Peter and Kerry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slits,
Tears for Fears,
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
Youth Brigade,
F. McDonald,
Minny Pops,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
Black Pus,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Tropical Tobacco,
X-101,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
Sun City Girls,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bush Tetras,
Black Sheep,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Blancmange,
Marvin Gaye,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Marcia Griffiths,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.