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 Cameroon and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 U.S. Maple to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Saints,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
Ponytail,
Heaven 17,
Buzzcocks,
X-101,
Brick,
the Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gun Club,
KRS-One,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Colin Newman,
The Wake,
Neu!,
Reagan Youth,
Moby Grape,
Eve St. Jones,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
Black Pus,
Audionom,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unrelated Segments,
Minny Pops,
The Smoke,
The Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Soft Cell,
Eurythmics,
The Music Machine,
The Busters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visage,
Urselle,
Das Ding,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
Siglo XX,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.