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 Switzerland and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Wasted Youth to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barclay James Harvest,
Jeru the Damaja,
Urselle,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Circle Jerks,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
Shoche,
X-Ray Spex,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
Harpers Bizarre,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
The Last Poets,
Joe Smooth,
Excepter,
John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Kas Product,
Dual Sessions,
John Lydon,
Youth Brigade,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
The Count Five,
DJ Sneak,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ornette Coleman,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Christie,
The Angels of Light,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
The Barracudas,
The Sound,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Happenings,
Jawbox,
Black Sheep,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
Neil Young,
D'Angelo,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
Marvin Gaye,
E-Dancer,
Nico,
Black Moon,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.