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 Niger and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Surgeon to the dance 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 Das Ding. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. 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 jazz 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Wyatt,
Procol Harum,
Unwound,
The Trojans,
The Misunderstood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
KRS-One,
Harry Pussy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Sandy B,
Eric Copeland,
The Birthday Party,
Con Funk Shun,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Freddie Wadling,
John Lydon,
Blancmange,
Inner City,
Masters at Work,
Adolescents,
The Fall,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
FM Einheit,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Whodini,
Royal Trux,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Seeds,
Wasted Youth,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultravox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Throbbing Gristle,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
Soft Machine,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Womack,
The Smiths,
The Motions,
The Offenders,
June of 44,
Eden Ahbez,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Standells,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
Deakin,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
Rod Modell,
Robert Hood,
Wire,
Ten City,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.