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 Sri Lanka and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Tomorrow to the crunk 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
New Order,
Faust,
Anakelly,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quadrant,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
Mr. Review,
Q and Not U,
Bush Tetras,
Groovy Waters,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
Peter & Gordon,
Fat Boys,
Davy DMX,
Nirvana,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Dark Day,
Crispy Ambulance,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
ABC,
Underground Resistance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Searchers,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Iggy Pop,
Man Parrish,
The Human League,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
The Happenings,
Deepchord,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lou Christie,
Lyres,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Michelle Simonal,
Joy Division,
Porter Ricks,
The Standells,
Los Fastidios,
Skriet,
Glenn Branca,
OOIOO,
Monks,
Brick,
Connie Case,
Moby Grape,
The Misunderstood,
Interpol,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.