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 Colombia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Idris Muhammad to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Barracudas 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 a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yaz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vainqueur,
John Holt,
Tubeway Army,
Tom Boy,
Joey Negro,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fela Kuti,
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
Minutemen,
Bobby Sherman,
Deadbeat,
D'Angelo,
Dave Gahan,
Max Romeo,
Clear Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
Malaria!,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
Anakelly,
Johnny Clarke,
Blake Baxter,
Mission of Burma,
Drive Like Jehu,
Infiniti,
Blancmange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The New Christs,
MDC,
Model 500,
Lakeside,
Jandek,
Youth Brigade,
Marc Almond,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Funky Four + One,
Lower 48,
Ultimate Spinach,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
Cybotron,
Sällskapet,
Jeff Mills,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Seeds,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.