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 Guinea-Bissau and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Spandau Ballet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
Deadbeat,
cv313,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MC5,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eve St. Jones,
Joe Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Letta Mbulu,
The Index,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Chrome,
Avey Tare,
Reuben Wilson,
Pagans,
Jandek,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Loose Ends,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Kenny Larkin,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Lalo Schifrin,
Surgeon,
Rites of Spring,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul II Soul,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tres Demented,
June of 44,
L. Decosne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Davy DMX,
These Immortal Souls,
Crime,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
Nils Olav,
The Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
OOIOO,
Eric Dolphy,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Görl,
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.