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 Cape Verde and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum 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 Desert Stars to the crunk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Ossler,
Maurizio,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cecil Taylor,
The Five Americans,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
Minor Threat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Görl,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Procol Harum,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bronski Beat,
H. Thieme,
Public Enemy,
Japan,
Carl Craig,
Isaac Hayes,
Audionom,
Ludus,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacob Miller,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Stereo Dub,
Thee Headcoats,
Hashim,
Joensuu 1685,
Wire,
The Motions,
Urselle,
Kayak,
Joyce Sims,
The Index,
Ornette Coleman,
Surgeon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sun Ra,
Pussy Galore,
Howard Jones,
Alison Limerick,
Barrington Levy,
Dennis Brown,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.