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 Bulgaria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Zapp to the crunk 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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Scrapy,
Pantaleimon,
Q and Not U,
Tres Demented,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
World's Most,
Sällskapet,
Television,
Bauhaus,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Altered Images,
Brand Nubian,
X-101,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Enemy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Clear Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
X-Ray Spex,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
Funkadelic,
OOIOO,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure,
The Sonics,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jandek,
kango's stein massive,
Q65,
Isaac Hayes,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Spoonie Gee,
Excepter,
Mars,
Steve Hackett,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Offenders,
Das Ding,
Guru Guru,
Dave Gahan,
The Zeros,
the Bar-Kays,
Bronski Beat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ornette Coleman,
Mark Hollis,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.