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 Benin and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gang of Four to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
Jeff Mills,
The Victims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
Rufus Thomas,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
PIL,
The Kinks,
Boredoms,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Warren Ellis,
X-Ray Spex,
Cymande,
Wasted Youth,
Cybotron,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Human League,
Alison Limerick,
Sandy B,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moleskins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
ABBA,
Alton Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Minor Threat,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Second Layer,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Popol Vuh,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Moody Blues,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Derrick Morgan,
Kerri Chandler,
The Gun Club,
The Zeros,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
The Residents,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Suburban Knight,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
Graham Central Station,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aswad,
Sun Ra,
Joensuu 1685,
Kenny Larkin,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.