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 Belize and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Calgary.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Fluxion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Scrapy,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
Donald Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
CMW,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
the Swans,
Public Enemy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Underground Resistance,
Sparks,
X-Ray Spex,
Talk Talk,
James White and The Blacks,
Lalann,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
Scion,
The Wake,
Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Fluxion,
Black Sheep,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Black Dice,
the Human League,
E-Dancer,
Kaleidoscope,
Don Cherry,
The Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
Sugar Minott,
MDC,
The Mummies,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deepchord,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Foxx,
Brand Nubian,
Metal Thangz,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Simply Red,
Fela Kuti,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
Brick,
Circle Jerks,
The Residents,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.