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 Egypt and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Popol Vuh to the punk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sällskapet,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
World's Most,
Ice-T,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pop Group,
Minnie Riperton,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sixth Finger,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
Subhumans,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
Gang Green,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doobie Brothers,
Aswad,
Anthony Braxton,
Brass Construction,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Technova,
Agent Orange,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Beau Brummels,
Kerri Chandler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
Pantaleimon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roy Ayers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Index,
Can,
Rotary Connection,
Harpers Bizarre,
David Bowie,
Simply Red,
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
Babytalk,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Television Personalities,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
Wire,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.