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 United Kingdom and from Winnipeg.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Minny Pops to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones 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 rap 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 a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Fania All-Stars,
Section 25,
Sun City Girls,
Fela Kuti,
Vainqueur,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gong,
Cymande,
Saccharine Trust,
John Holt,
Yazoo,
Fat Boys,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
Darondo,
Camberwell Now,
Albert Ayler,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
Mantronix,
Peter & Gordon,
Young Marble Giants,
Visage,
Bob Dylan,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
June of 44,
Oblivians,
Swell Maps,
Crispian St. Peters,
Marine Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kurtis Blow,
Trumans Water,
Bang On A Can,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
The Velvet Underground,
Charles Mingus,
Cecil Taylor,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
Procol Harum,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ohio Players,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Starr,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Livin' Joy,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.