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 Bangladesh and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 arpeggiator 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the rap 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
The Dirtbombs,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Doobie Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Grauzone,
Cymande,
Jeru the Damaja,
Brick,
X-Ray Spex,
Lungfish,
Derrick May,
Ronnie Foster,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Isaac Hayes,
Intrusion,
Slave,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eve St. Jones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Pus,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
Tommy Roe,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
T. Rex,
Gong,
Patti Smith,
The Slits,
Black Bananas,
Section 25,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Vogues,
Ponytail,
The Doors,
Negative Approach,
Nico,
Jacob Miller,
Eli Mardock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
Warren Ellis,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.