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 Mexico and from Woodstock.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Slits 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
Glenn Branca,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magazine,
The Gun Club,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Tubeway Army,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
Grey Daturas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Al Stewart,
CMW,
Lungfish,
Bill Wells,
Interpol,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris & Cosey,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Youth Brigade,
DJ Sneak,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
Scion,
Nirvana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Urselle,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
The Pop Group,
Fat Boys,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Easy Going,
Andrew Hill,
Brothers Johnson,
Albert Ayler,
Clear Light,
Symarip,
The Index,
Massinfluence,
The Sound,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.