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 Austria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Chris & Cosey to the electroclash 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
The Red Krayola,
Ultra Naté,
The Gun Club,
Gabor Szabo,
B.T. Express,
Brick,
The Blues Magoos,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
the Bar-Kays,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Reuben Wilson,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Happenings,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
Skriet,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
Arcadia,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The American Breed,
Anthony Braxton,
Lightning Bolt,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Beasts of Bourbon,
UT,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Steve Hackett,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
Morten Harket,
Los Fastidios,
Severed Heads,
Lakeside,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
Crime,
Hasil Adkins,
Basic Channel,
Simply Red,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Harry Pussy,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.