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 Micronesia and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer 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 Brand Nubian to the techno 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Arab on Radar,
Boredoms,
Fluxion,
Grandmaster Flash,
Malaria!,
The Smiths,
The Busters,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Real Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Fugs,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
This Heat,
Jeru the Damaja,
The American Breed,
Lindisfarne,
Slick Rick,
Urselle,
Amon Düül II,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
The Fortunes,
Television Personalities,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Q and Not U,
Lalann,
Boogie Down Productions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Standells,
Stockholm Monsters,
Duran Duran,
Pole,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
Jeff Mills,
Bootsy Collins,
Rotary Connection,
Stereo Dub,
Erasure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Traffic Nightmare,
Thee Headcoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
Jerry's Kids,
Con Funk Shun,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
John Lydon,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
Lungfish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.