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 Liechtenstein and from London.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Hardrive to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All Scion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Black Moon,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gun Club,
Mandrill,
Black Sheep,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
John Lydon,
Stereo Dub,
Rhythm & Sound,
Charles Mingus,
Index,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Can,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Iggy Pop,
The American Breed,
Derrick Morgan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stetsasonic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bronski Beat,
The Fall,
The Residents,
The Invisible,
Dennis Brown,
Wire,
Skaos,
Alison Limerick,
Lou Christie,
Jeff Mills,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
New Order,
DJ Style,
The Last Poets,
Zapp,
Grey Daturas,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kevin Saunderson,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bang On A Can,
48th St. Collective,
Franke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scott Walker,
FM Einheit,
Prince Buster,
Minny Pops,
Yaz,
Delta 5,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys, Zero Boys.
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.