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 Georgia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Bill Wells to the grunge 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 The Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
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,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Harmonia,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
Tommy Roe,
Idris Muhammad,
Hardrive,
Hashim,
Thompson Twins,
Tim Buckley,
Essential Logic,
Althea and Donna,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pagans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
X-Ray Spex,
The American Breed,
Max Romeo,
New Order,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
Marcia Griffiths,
Accadde A,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
The Martian,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Cale,
The Doobie Brothers,
Model 500,
This Heat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
AZ,
Joyce Sims,
Grauzone,
Smog,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Michelle Simonal,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.