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 Grenada and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
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 synthesizer 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 Arab on Radar to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive,
Aural Exciters,
The Misunderstood,
Average White Band,
Darondo,
Television Personalities,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
Nation of Ulysses,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
Depeche Mode,
Ten City,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Motorama,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Prince Buster,
Cybotron,
Outsiders,
Public Enemy,
Rod Modell,
Michelle Simonal,
Wolf Eyes,
Pantytec,
Dave Gahan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Clarke,
Bill Wells,
Quando Quango,
Soft Machine,
Vainqueur,
The Human League,
Skarface,
The Monochrome Set,
Masters at Work,
Oneida,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
The Busters,
Von Mondo,
The J.B.'s,
Joyce Sims,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rufus Thomas,
Heaven 17,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.