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 Czech Republic and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Lalann to the rock 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
the Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Roy Ayers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scientists,
David Axelrod,
the Association,
Reuben Wilson,
Surgeon,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cymande,
Steve Hackett,
In Retrospect,
Brothers Johnson,
Television Personalities,
Colin Newman,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeff Mills,
The Pop Group,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Outsiders,
Motorama,
The Buckinghams,
John Cale,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Darondo,
The Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-101,
Pulsallama,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads,
The American Breed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
The Black Dice,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
Negative Approach,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.