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 Iran and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Traffic Nightmare to the funk 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 theremin and a sitar 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 a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
Interpol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Yazoo,
The Birthday Party,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Excepter,
Letta Mbulu,
Juan Atkins,
Hardrive,
Malaria!,
AZ,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
The American Breed,
Sister Nancy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
Alison Limerick,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Harmonia,
Barbara Tucker,
Jesper Dahlback,
New York Dolls,
The Skatalites,
The Young Rascals,
The Invisible,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scott Walker,
Sonic Youth,
The Cure,
Arthur Verocai,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson,
Judy Mowatt,
Skaos,
The Modern Lovers,
The Neon Judgement,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
Terry Callier,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mojo Men,
Eden Ahbez,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kayak,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Babytalk,
The Monks,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.