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 Kenya and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ice-T to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Searchers,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gang of Four,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mandrill,
The Offenders,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
DJ Sneak,
Man Parrish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Basic Channel,
The Skatalites,
Scan 7,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
James White and The Blacks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
D'Angelo,
Symarip,
Boogie Down Productions,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Isaac Hayes,
Echospace,
Audionom,
Liliput,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
The Fire Engines,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
Can,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Mills,
In Retrospect,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
Chrome,
Aswad,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nick Fraelich,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
The Smoke,
Bootsy Collins,
Rapeman,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.