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 Gambia and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Con Funk Shun to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flash Fearless,
Sällskapet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tommy Roe,
Reuben Wilson,
B.T. Express,
Rufus Thomas,
Neu!,
Joyce Sims,
Jawbox,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Darondo,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
Easy Going,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Excepter,
Marine Girls,
Faust,
Zapp,
Radio Birdman,
Inner City,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Idris Muhammad,
Tears for Fears,
Wasted Youth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Slave,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Max Romeo,
Porter Ricks,
David McCallum,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
Can,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Bourne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rosa Yemen,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.