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 Ukraine and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Piero Umiliani to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Görl,
Jacob Miller,
The Motions,
Rakim,
Donny Hathaway,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
Ultra Naté,
The Happenings,
Barry Ungar,
One Last Wish,
Ornette Coleman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Eric Dolphy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tubeway Army,
Maleditus Sound,
Josef K,
MDC,
Charles Mingus,
Bootsy Collins,
Quadrant,
Scratch Acid,
The Last Poets,
Section 25,
Pere Ubu,
Half Japanese,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
Camouflage,
Procol Harum,
Graham Central Station,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Motorama,
Chris Corsano,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lebanon Hanover,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
Slick Rick,
The Detroit Cobras,
Janne Schatter,
Amazonics,
Wings,
Lou Reed,
Jeff Mills,
Dave Gahan,
Fad Gadget,
Cybotron,
Sight & Sound,
Crooked Eye,
The Birthday Party,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roy Ayers,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.