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 Tonga and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
Severed Heads,
The Birthday Party,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Basic Channel,
One Last Wish,
The Five Americans,
Kaleidoscope,
Kas Product,
The Remains,
Nirvana,
CMW,
Eve St. Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
Ultra Naté,
Arcadia,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
Audionom,
D'Angelo,
Con Funk Shun,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
Howard Jones,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
48th St. Collective,
The Last Poets,
Mad Mike,
Agent Orange,
K-Klass,
Alice Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
The Sisters of Mercy,
In Retrospect,
Max Romeo,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.