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 Cambodia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar 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 FM Einheit to the grime 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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Television,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Fear,
Laurel Aitken,
Jeru the Damaja,
Minny Pops,
Sight & Sound,
Sandy B,
Ultra Naté,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ohio Players,
Schoolly D,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ultravox,
Joy Division,
Scientists,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Smog,
This Heat,
Lower 48,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Toni Rubio,
Technova,
Subhumans,
Surgeon,
The Busters,
Gang Green,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Con Funk Shun,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maurizio,
The Blackbyrds,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Kinks,
Sonic Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Kenny Larkin,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
Scott Walker,
Young Marble Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Victims,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drexciya,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.