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 Laos and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Dead C to the electroclash 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Moody Blues,
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes,
Wolf Eyes,
Tommy Roe,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rapeman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Groovy Waters,
Neil Young,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Cure,
Spoonie Gee,
Liliput,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chrome,
Moebius,
Eve St. Jones,
Cameo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Alton Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Audionom,
Danielle Patucci,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gichy Dan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Happenings,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
World's Most,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
FM Einheit,
Animal Collective,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Byrd,
Babytalk,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
Metal Thangz,
The Moleskins,
Joe Smooth,
Dual Sessions,
Yusef Lateef,
This Heat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Foxx,
Second Layer,
E-Dancer,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.