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 India and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Eric B and Rakim to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins,
Pantytec,
Eric Copeland,
Faraquet,
Underground Resistance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rites of Spring,
Lungfish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Supertramp,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
Khruangbin,
Swell Maps,
PIL,
Suburban Knight,
the Normal,
The Fall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Harry Pussy,
Depeche Mode,
Scrapy,
Ultra Naté,
Adolescents,
Tears for Fears,
Carl Craig,
Dave Gahan,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
Kerri Chandler,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Chrome,
Zapp,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Soul II Soul,
Stetsasonic,
Erykah Badu,
Jerry's Kids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faust,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
Television,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Todd Terry,
Ice-T,
Idris Muhammad,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel,
Alton Ellis,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.