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 San Marino and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 D'Angelo to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Saints,
DJ Style,
Unrelated Segments,
Symarip,
The Busters,
The Pop Group,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Brick,
Loose Ends,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Skatalites,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alison Limerick,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
PIL,
the Fania All-Stars,
a-ha,
Camouflage,
New Age Steppers,
B.T. Express,
The Seeds,
Motorama,
One Last Wish,
Rekid,
The Victims,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Scientists,
The Kinks,
Popol Vuh,
Rosa Yemen,
Byron Stingily,
Tropical Tobacco,
FM Einheit,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
CMW,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
ABC,
Danielle Patucci,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
The Trojans,
Supertramp,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
The Names,
Steve Hackett,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.