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 Iraq and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 sitar 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 Sound Behaviour to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
June of 44,
The Slackers,
Pierre Henry,
Junior Murvin,
Zero Boys,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
Spoonie Gee,
The Walker Brothers,
KRS-One,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
Sex Pistols,
Soul II Soul,
Byron Stingily,
Freddie Wadling,
Mission of Burma,
Banda Bassotti,
the Swans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Cramps,
Shoche,
The Pretty Things,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Pop Group,
Danielle Patucci,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick May,
Minutemen,
Peter & Gordon,
The Victims,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Christie,
Crash Course in Science,
Faraquet,
The Human League,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang of Four,
Swell Maps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Television,
Liliput,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.