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 Andorra and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Rosa Yemen to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
The Monks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Carl Craig,
Amon Düül,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Franke,
Television,
Black Flag,
Nas,
Bluetip,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Infiniti,
Wings,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
The Last Poets,
The Durutti Column,
Thompson Twins,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skaos,
Sällskapet,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
a-ha,
Cluster,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Dennis Brown,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
Junior Murvin,
Kerri Chandler,
Althea and Donna,
Nik Kershaw,
Moby Grape,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
The Blackbyrds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.