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 Libya and from Lyon.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Victims. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Busters,
Qualms,
Sound Behaviour,
In Retrospect,
DJ Sneak,
Urselle,
Michelle Simonal,
Anthony Braxton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
Simply Red,
Q65,
Subhumans,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Patti Smith,
Sugar Minott,
David Bowie,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
Underground Resistance,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dead C,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
Mission of Burma,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
Cybotron,
Franke,
Ultravox,
The United States of America,
The American Breed,
Crooked Eye,
The Moleskins,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
The Zeros,
Soul II Soul,
Circle Jerks,
Warren Ellis,
The Music Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
Niagra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eli Mardock,
The Durutti Column,
Ronan,
Depeche Mode,
The Seeds,
Technova,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.