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 Suriname and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 The Slackers to the techno 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sällskapet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Infiniti,
Jandek,
Dual Sessions,
Ossler,
Crime,
June of 44,
Eli Mardock,
Whodini,
Glenn Branca,
The Residents,
Yellowson,
Mary Jane Girls,
a-ha,
Nik Kershaw,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Hoover,
Q and Not U,
Porter Ricks,
Au Pairs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Angels of Light,
Tim Buckley,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Standells,
Bootsy Collins,
Urselle,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
The American Breed,
Fat Boys,
The Misunderstood,
China Crisis,
ABBA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
CMW,
Alphaville,
Peter & Gordon,
Anthony Braxton,
Black Pus,
Ornette Coleman,
Panda Bear,
The Gun Club,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.