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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord 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 Faust to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
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 Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ornette Coleman,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Harmonia,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale,
Fugazi,
Arthur Verocai,
Henry Cow,
Tom Boy,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Hood,
LL Cool J,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Slick Rick,
Agitation Free,
Alice Coltrane,
A Certain Ratio,
Toni Rubio,
Barry Ungar,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Trojans,
Agent Orange,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
R.M.O.,
Scientists,
Qualms,
Depeche Mode,
Half Japanese,
Lucky Dragons,
The Fugs,
Thee Headcoats,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Laurel Aitken,
Ossler,
Inner City,
Whodini,
The Walker Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Leaves,
Pole,
Sonic Youth,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.