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 New Zealand and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the disco 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
World's Most,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
Fatback Band,
The Remains,
JFA,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
Make Up,
Swell Maps,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Zeros,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
Outsiders,
U.S. Maple,
Faraquet,
Black Pus,
Monolake,
Nas,
Depeche Mode,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kas Product,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Smooth,
The Dead C,
Deadbeat,
Sam Rivers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Section 25,
Oblivians,
Scott Walker,
Nirvana,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
The Divine Comedy,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
Sällskapet,
John Coltrane,
The Real Kids,
Cybotron,
Robert Hood,
X-Ray Spex,
The Golliwogs,
Popol Vuh,
Agitation Free,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Brand Nubian,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.