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 Tunisia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Derrick May to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Delta 5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
The Zeros,
Hoover,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
MC5,
Idris Muhammad,
Brick,
Adolescents,
Agitation Free,
Scott Walker,
Lalann,
Y Pants,
Carl Craig,
Black Flag,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
DJ Style,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
T. Rex,
Stetsasonic,
Crash Course in Science,
Judy Mowatt,
Danielle Patucci,
Interpol,
Hashim,
Pagans,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
Alice Coltrane,
the Bar-Kays,
Index,
Quantec,
The Fall,
Nico,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
Dennis Brown,
Kayak,
Slave,
Kenny Larkin,
Trumans Water,
New Age Steppers,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.