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 Gambia and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Hot Snakes to the rap 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
the Association,
The Slackers,
Neil Young,
L. Decosne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Blossom Toes,
Shoche,
The Saints,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
Niagra,
DJ Style,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
B.T. Express,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Judy Mowatt,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Ronan,
Patti Smith,
The Monochrome Set,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
Harry Pussy,
The Names,
Unwound,
Gang Green,
Moebius,
The Fortunes,
Pantaleimon,
Boredoms,
Brass Construction,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
These Immortal Souls,
Kaleidoscope,
Public Enemy,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
Ken Boothe,
Erykah Badu,
Drexciya,
In Retrospect,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Josef K,
F. McDonald,
Little Man,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pussy Galore,
Thompson Twins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
Television Personalities,
The Gun Club,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.