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 Sweden and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Stiv Bators to the rap 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Joey Negro,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Skaos,
Radio Birdman,
Kurtis Blow,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
Spandau Ballet,
Porter Ricks,
The Zeros,
Clear Light,
Derrick Morgan,
Amon Düül,
The New Christs,
Tom Boy,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
Eli Mardock,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
The Dead C,
Sonny Sharrock,
Quadrant,
Moebius,
F. McDonald,
Faust,
Warren Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Patti Smith,
Icehouse,
Lalann,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soft Machine,
Subhumans,
Robert Hood,
Steve Hackett,
Dead Boys,
Harry Pussy,
Echospace,
Black Pus,
John Lydon,
Terry Callier,
Davy DMX,
Althea and Donna,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
CMW,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Marmalade,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.