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 Qatar and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 Mexico City and Bologna.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the crunk 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Ronan,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
PIL,
Loose Ends,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Drexciya,
Suburban Knight,
Accadde A,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
Tomorrow,
Piero Umiliani,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Archie Shepp,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Urselle,
Ohio Players,
Robert Hood,
DJ Style,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Starr,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
China Crisis,
Crime,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed,
Technova,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
Rod Modell,
Tom Boy,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dennis Brown,
Boredoms,
The Saints,
Organ,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Radiopuhelimet,
Talk Talk,
Steve Hackett,
The Angels of Light,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Arcadia,
The Gladiators,
Ituana,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Khruangbin,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.