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 Suriname and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
the Sonics,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
Infiniti,
Derrick May,
Malaria!,
Public Enemy,
Slave,
Altered Images,
Cheater Slicks,
CMW,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Suicide,
The Misunderstood,
Hashim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
Japan,
Yaz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
The Angels of Light,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
Deepchord,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camouflage,
DNA,
Vladislav Delay,
Boogie Down Productions,
U.S. Maple,
Icehouse,
Von Mondo,
Stereo Dub,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Buzzcocks,
Sound Behaviour,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Surgeon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
KRS-One,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
Black Bananas,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nation of Ulysses,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.