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 Swaziland and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jeff Mills to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Duran Duran,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
LL Cool J,
OOIOO,
UT,
Supertramp,
The Doors,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crispy Ambulance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tubeway Army,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
Half Japanese,
Audionom,
The Saints,
Magma,
Warren Ellis,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Urselle,
Nils Olav,
Sun City Girls,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deadbeat,
Harry Pussy,
MDC,
Yusef Lateef,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
Nas,
Eden Ahbez,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
June of 44,
Gang Green,
Gregory Isaacs,
Barrington Levy,
The Slackers,
Arab on Radar,
The Pretty Things,
Khruangbin,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
Grey Daturas,
Motorama,
Juan Atkins,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.