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 Ecuador and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Janne Schatter to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every L. Decosne 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eli Mardock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Hashim,
Intrusion,
Barbara Tucker,
Black Sheep,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Wings,
Mary Jane Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Black Pus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fall,
Yellowson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pulsallama,
Goldenarms,
The Pop Group,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Red Krayola,
Amon Düül,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
The Star Department,
Infiniti,
Sister Nancy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
Sandy B,
Wasted Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Animal Collective,
the Fania All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick Morgan,
A Certain Ratio,
Jacques Brel,
The Associates,
The Pretty Things,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.