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 Cape Verde and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Gong to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Germs. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
the Soft Cell,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
The Trojans,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fugs,
Donny Hathaway,
Ronnie Foster,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
The Count Five,
Mad Mike,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Roxy Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Hasil Adkins,
Tres Demented,
Lee Hazlewood,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Litter,
New Order,
The Dirtbombs,
Little Man,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wally Richardson,
Kas Product,
Inner City,
Terry Callier,
The Doors,
The Kinks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dave Gahan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gang Green,
The Angels of Light,
Jandek,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mandrill,
Dual Sessions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Charles Mingus,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Suburban Knight,
Wolf Eyes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marshall Jefferson,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.