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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Malaria! to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Basic Channel,
Black Bananas,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
Marc Almond,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
The Gun Club,
Pharoah Sanders,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Human League,
The Doors,
Albert Ayler,
Pierre Henry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Y Pants,
Suburban Knight,
Heaven 17,
The Associates,
Todd Rundgren,
Das Ding,
Fluxion,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moss Icon,
Pussy Galore,
The Raincoats,
Banda Bassotti,
the Association,
Althea and Donna,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wings,
Lower 48,
Model 500,
This Heat,
Massinfluence,
The Sound,
Dark Day,
Davy DMX,
Sam Rivers,
Drexciya,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
Japan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Graham Central Station,
Amazonics,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rotary Connection,
Scratch Acid,
Ituana,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Litter,
Soul II Soul,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.