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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
John Cale,
KRS-One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Gun Club,
The Litter,
John Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
Radiohead,
Howard Jones,
Tom Boy,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
H. Thieme,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bang On A Can,
The Mummies,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
Bad Manners,
Sam Rivers,
Graham Central Station,
the Association,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül,
Warren Ellis,
The Fall,
Quantec,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
June of 44,
DJ Style,
The Names,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rotary Connection,
cv313,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
The Shadows of Knight,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
AZ,
Lou Christie,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.