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 Tonga and from New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Section 25 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Groovy Waters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yellowson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ice-T,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
Slick Rick,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
Parry Music,
Angry Samoans,
The Saints,
Sun Ra,
Man Eating Sloth,
Popol Vuh,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Flamin' Groovies,
Henry Cow,
Altered Images,
Johnny Clarke,
Stetsasonic,
The Smiths,
Aswad,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Niagra,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian,
Los Fastidios,
The Doors,
Harmonia,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
Pylon,
Danielle Patucci,
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sonic Youth,
John Lydon,
The Remains,
Fat Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Curtis Mayfield,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
EPMD,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zapp,
The Searchers,
Newcleus,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
X-101,
Roy Ayers,
Morten Harket,
Harry Pussy,
The New Christs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.