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 Iran and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
Howard Jones,
Grey Daturas,
Flipper,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
Alton Ellis,
Curtis Mayfield,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Mr. Review,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
Japan,
Barbara Tucker,
Andrew Hill,
The Remains,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cecil Taylor,
The Gap Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
Roxy Music,
Altered Images,
Scott Walker,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
The Evens,
Albert Ayler,
The Skatalites,
A Certain Ratio,
Mars,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Enemy,
Black Sheep,
Animal Collective,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gabor Szabo,
Ludus,
Y Pants,
Slick Rick,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
New York Dolls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter and Kerry,
Quadrant,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
The Vogues,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.