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 Azerbaijan and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crispian St. Peters to the funk 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Pylon,
Piero Umiliani,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roxette,
Funky Four + One,
Sound Behaviour,
The Barracudas,
Erasure,
Chrome,
David Bowie,
The Fugs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eddi Front,
Excepter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
Pantaleimon,
Desert Stars,
The United States of America,
Outsiders,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharoah Sanders,
Warsaw,
The Names,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Crooked Eye,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The J.B.'s,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Accadde A,
LL Cool J,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Audionom,
Robert Görl,
The Index,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
Massinfluence,
The Last Poets,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marvin Gaye,
Subhumans,
48th St. Collective,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare,
Von Mondo,
Aural Exciters,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.