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 Barbados and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 David Bowie 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 Lou Christie to the grime 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 Sonny Sharrock. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Flipper,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
48th St. Collective,
Sight & Sound,
Oblivians,
Jimmy McGriff,
This Heat,
Cheater Slicks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mr. Review,
the Bar-Kays,
The Human League,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dual Sessions,
Rosa Yemen,
Underground Resistance,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
The Walker Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Franke,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Alice Coltrane,
Loose Ends,
Amazonics,
kango's stein massive,
Althea and Donna,
DNA,
Slick Rick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gichy Dan,
Brothers Johnson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
Black Pus,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Connie Case,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moebius,
Parry Music,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
Gong,
Ice-T,
AZ,
The Searchers,
Derrick May,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz,
Michelle Simonal,
Severed Heads,
F. McDonald,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.