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 Guinea and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Nation of Ulysses to the rap 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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
The Red Krayola,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Laurel Aitken,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Cell,
Amon Düül II,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yaz,
Suicide,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bobby Sherman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Agitation Free,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Techniques,
X-101,
Accadde A,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
Cheater Slicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fear,
FM Einheit,
Nils Olav,
Terry Callier,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
Bush Tetras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sällskapet,
Ludus,
Lakeside,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sixth Finger,
Hashim,
Silicon Teens,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mo-Dettes,
Boz Scaggs,
The Pretty Things,
Absolute Body Control,
Alice Coltrane,
New Age Steppers,
Fatback Band,
Lower 48,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U,
The Sonics,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.