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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Bluetip to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
Ornette Coleman,
Mission of Burma,
Yaz,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Country Teasers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Albert Ayler,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
Byron Stingily,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
Adolescents,
This Heat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brick,
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
Q and Not U,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Gang Starr,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Television Personalities,
10cc,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
Excepter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Drexciya,
John Foxx,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dead C,
Moss Icon,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry's Kids,
Index,
Tubeway Army,
Mars,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
The Five Americans,
KRS-One,
Johnny Osbourne,
UT,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Flesh Eaters,
David Axelrod,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.