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 Italy and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Section 25,
cv313,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Remains,
Hardrive,
Q and Not U,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mandrill,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Erasure,
Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Yellowson,
Anakelly,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kaleidoscope,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Five Americans,
Radiohead,
The Standells,
Magma,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Laurel Aitken,
China Crisis,
The Velvet Underground,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeff Mills,
Cameo,
The Seeds,
Marmalade,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Associates,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Golliwogs,
Janne Schatter,
Pharoah Sanders,
Minutemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mission of Burma,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Görl,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Detroit Cobras,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.