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 Portugal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aswad 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
Boredoms,
Dorothy Ashby,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Mills,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Josef K,
Marc Almond,
Derrick Morgan,
China Crisis,
Scan 7,
Warren Ellis,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Star Department,
Skarface,
Sixth Finger,
Scott Walker,
The Pretty Things,
The Wake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
Tears for Fears,
Slick Rick,
Eurythmics,
Half Japanese,
Henry Cow,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
Junior Murvin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Rundgren,
Stereo Dub,
Oneida,
the Germs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
X-102,
Erykah Badu,
Quantec,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Jandek,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.