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 Afghanistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 the Fania All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
Johnny Clarke,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
Swans,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jawbox,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Grey Daturas,
The Pop Group,
China Crisis,
Hashim,
The Star Department,
Connie Case,
Graham Central Station,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
Howard Jones,
Monolake,
Ultimate Spinach,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suicide,
Porter Ricks,
The Skatalites,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Symarip,
Newcleus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q and Not U,
Ronnie Foster,
Joy Division,
Joe Finger,
Lower 48,
ABBA,
Ituana,
Toni Rubio,
Dark Day,
The Vogues,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Christie,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.