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 Saudi Arabia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 marimba 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 Nirvana to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Sheep record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Cybotron,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Albert Ayler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-102,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Pagans,
Donald Byrd,
The Durutti Column,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Byron Stingily,
Kerrie Biddell,
Glenn Branca,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Symarip,
Massinfluence,
Graham Central Station,
Nik Kershaw,
Audionom,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Reagan Youth,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fugs,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scientists,
Todd Terry,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Monks,
The Kinks,
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gang Green,
Cecil Taylor,
The Detroit Cobras,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Matthew Bourne,
Ultravox,
Chris & Cosey,
The Angels of Light,
Agent Orange,
Newcleus,
Howard Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Interpol,
Bizarre Inc.,
One Last Wish,
Black Moon,
the Association,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gladiators,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.