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 Ireland and from Tehran.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 chamberlin 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 The Gap Band to the rap 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Animal Collective,
The Red Krayola,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tears for Fears,
John Lydon,
Average White Band,
Adolescents,
Saccharine Trust,
The Standells,
Soul II Soul,
The Fire Engines,
Harpers Bizarre,
Fatback Band,
June of 44,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Franke,
Freddie Wadling,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sonic Youth,
Thompson Twins,
The Move,
The Pretty Things,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visage,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ornette Coleman,
The American Breed,
MDC,
The J.B.'s,
Alton Ellis,
Zapp,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Young Rascals,
Donald Byrd,
Banda Bassotti,
Steve Hackett,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
The Offenders,
David Bowie,
Japan,
Thee Headcoats,
Malaria!,
T.S.O.L.,
Mary Jane Girls,
Colin Newman,
The Golliwogs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
AZ,
La Düsseldorf,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wasted Youth,
ABBA,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.