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 Peru and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 Portland and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
The Fugs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxy Music,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Moody Blues,
Model 500,
Rotary Connection,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yellowson,
Morten Harket,
Maurizio,
Con Funk Shun,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
Monolake,
Lyres,
The Index,
Cymande,
the Slits,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Index,
Charles Mingus,
Maleditus Sound,
JFA,
The Last Poets,
Japan,
Marmalade,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
Funky Four + One,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
Girls At Our Best!,
LL Cool J,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Shoche,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
Wally Richardson,
Y Pants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
June Days,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.