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 Norway and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Last Poets to the grime 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Gang Green tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
a-ha,
Davy DMX,
cv313,
Adolescents,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Dead Boys,
The Martian,
Robert Hood,
Scan 7,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nas,
Suburban Knight,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Niagra,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Icehouse,
Boz Scaggs,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Das Ding,
Kayak,
Audionom,
Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
Yazoo,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
Blake Baxter,
Barbara Tucker,
Hardrive,
The Gladiators,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed,
Junior Murvin,
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Offenders,
Trumans Water,
Kenny Larkin,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cameo,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry's Kids,
Public Enemy,
the Slits,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Surgeon,
Pierre Henry,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.