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 Germany 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 X-102 to the rap 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Nation of Ulysses,
Newcleus,
Groovy Waters,
Isaac Hayes,
Boogie Down Productions,
PIL,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Cheater Slicks,
Althea and Donna,
Infiniti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Move,
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
Magazine,
Smog,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Faraquet,
Ultra Naté,
Jandek,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marine Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
the Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Qualms,
The Cramps,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48,
Kaleidoscope,
OOIOO,
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
Robert Hood,
Todd Terry,
Scan 7,
Scratch Acid,
Eric Dolphy,
Whodini,
Electric Prunes,
kango's stein massive,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tommy Roe,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.