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 Niger and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Kerri Chandler to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '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 Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
The Associates,
Lower 48,
The Dead C,
Jimmy McGriff,
Monolake,
Con Funk Shun,
Barbara Tucker,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
Darondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Hardrive,
Delta 5,
Scion,
Q and Not U,
the Slits,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pretty Things,
The Raincoats,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
The Doobie Brothers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Agitation Free,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
The Buckinghams,
Arthur Verocai,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shuggie Otis,
Stetsasonic,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
Tubeway Army,
Morten Harket,
H. Thieme,
Peter and Kerry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Negative Approach,
Drexciya,
Mark Hollis,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ten City,
Wire,
Theoretical Girls,
Basic Channel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Mars,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
New Age Steppers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Arcadia,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.