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 Saudi Arabia and from London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Trumans Water to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
The Detroit Cobras,
Babytalk,
Lower 48,
Ituana,
Mary Jane Girls,
Easy Going,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ten City,
Camberwell Now,
Lyres,
Connie Case,
Arthur Verocai,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ronan,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
The Human League,
Scan 7,
These Immortal Souls,
Darondo,
Excepter,
Moss Icon,
48th St. Collective,
Marc Almond,
Roger Hodgson,
Idris Muhammad,
Popol Vuh,
Oneida,
Soul II Soul,
Quantec,
Flipper,
The Count Five,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Heaven 17,
Jacob Miller,
Stetsasonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gong,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cecil Taylor,
Panda Bear,
DJ Sneak,
Mark Hollis,
JFA,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.