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 Bolivia and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott Heron to the punk 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Cluster,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Radio Birdman,
Model 500,
Peter & Gordon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stereo Dub,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Matthew Halsall,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
Agitation Free,
The Fugs,
Hot Snakes,
the Germs,
Soulsonic Force,
Judy Mowatt,
JFA,
The Move,
The Monochrome Set,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neu!,
June Days,
Organ,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun City Girls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABC,
Eurythmics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Altered Images,
Yaz,
Babytalk,
John Cale,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
The Slits,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Wally Richardson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sam Rivers,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.