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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 New Age Steppers to the grime 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Average White Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
The Selecter,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
The Vogues,
Crime,
Glambeats Corp.,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Liliput,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gichy Dan,
Spoonie Gee,
Alton Ellis,
The Saints,
Neu!,
the Normal,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed,
Wings,
Eric Dolphy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ponytail,
Flipper,
The Stooges,
Crash Course in Science,
Jawbox,
EPMD,
Quadrant,
Jeff Mills,
Swell Maps,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Toasters,
Magazine,
X-Ray Spex,
Pylon,
The Doors,
Nils Olav,
Amon Düül II,
Con Funk Shun,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Freddie Wadling,
Curtis Mayfield,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
Brick,
Ossler,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
Buzzcocks,
Spandau Ballet,
Chris Corsano,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.