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 Tonga and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 mellotron 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the techno 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
KRS-One,
Ice-T,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Real Kids,
The Buckinghams,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Raincoats,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jacques Brel,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Boz Scaggs,
The Sound,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Bronski Beat,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kurtis Blow,
The Victims,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mr. Review,
The Fortunes,
Yazoo,
Tubeway Army,
Theoretical Girls,
Joensuu 1685,
John Lydon,
Radiohead,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
Darondo,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
John Foxx,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brand Nubian,
Negative Approach,
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
Wolf Eyes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
UT,
The Dead C,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
Fat Boys,
New York Dolls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.