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 Kuwait and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Motorama to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Depeche Mode 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Main Source,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pylon,
Livin' Joy,
Hoover,
The Neon Judgement,
The Blackbyrds,
DNA,
Ice-T,
FM Einheit,
Lalann,
Moby Grape,
Ponytail,
Drexciya,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scratch Acid,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
Faraquet,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Dead Boys,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
Quando Quango,
The Doobie Brothers,
Boredoms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wally Richardson,
June Days,
Desert Stars,
The Smiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Kaleidoscope,
Ultra Naté,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Todd Rundgren,
Ituana,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Seeds,
Soul II Soul,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Minor Threat,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
Monolake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Don Cherry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slackers,
Cluster,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.