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 Brazil and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 clarinet 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 Interpol to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Black Pus,
Delta 5,
Echospace,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slackers,
The Motions,
Jerry Gold Smith,
X-101,
Anakelly,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
The Mummies,
Organ,
Pagans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
The Move,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
Janne Schatter,
Lightning Bolt,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Monks,
a-ha,
Ohio Players,
Roxette,
The Selecter,
June Days,
Lower 48,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
John Foxx,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Iggy Pop,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Animal Collective,
Skarface,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
Model 500,
Michelle Simonal,
Swans,
The Monks,
Silicon Teens,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.