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 Solomon Islands and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Intrusion,
Aswad,
Ohio Players,
Kenny Larkin,
kango's stein massive,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry,
Bronski Beat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronan,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
The Count Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Hoover,
Kurtis Blow,
Mad Mike,
Brothers Johnson,
Charles Mingus,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
KRS-One,
the Germs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
DJ Style,
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
DNA,
Nico,
Boredoms,
Oneida,
Eurythmics,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Symarip,
Barrington Levy,
Ultravox,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Invisible,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Steve Hackett,
Magma,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.