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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 D'Angelo to the techno 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and an oboe 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 organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Godley & Creme,
Lucky Dragons,
Agent Orange,
DNA,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
Cluster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABBA,
Mars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bobby Womack,
Freddie Wadling,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
Royal Trux,
Fort Wilson Riot,
a-ha,
Henry Cow,
Siglo XX,
The Dirtbombs,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
Jawbox,
Animal Collective,
Marc Almond,
Harry Pussy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
Index,
Ultra Naté,
Blake Baxter,
Theoretical Girls,
June Days,
Janne Schatter,
Malaria!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Juan Atkins,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
Sparks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Suburban Knight,
Khruangbin,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.