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 Ukraine and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
The Monks,
Glenn Branca,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sight & Sound,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sonny Sharrock,
Symarip,
Wasted Youth,
The Misunderstood,
David Axelrod,
Morten Harket,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Fraelich,
Bush Tetras,
Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
Spoonie Gee,
Desert Stars,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
John Holt,
Outsiders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cowsills,
Boredoms,
Mantronix,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Pole,
ABC,
Cybotron,
The Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Beau Brummels,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
This Heat,
Eddi Front,
Arcadia,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fear,
Sandy B,
David McCallum,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.