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 Greece and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Motions to the electroclash 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 June Days. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heaven 17 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Lungfish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
David Axelrod,
Interpol,
Joey Negro,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
The Dead C,
Organ,
Television Personalities,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nas,
The J.B.'s,
Mr. Review,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Moleskins,
Sällskapet,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
Nico,
Symarip,
Robert Hood,
The Alarm Clocks,
kango's stein massive,
Jimmy McGriff,
Avey Tare,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deepchord,
Max Romeo,
Liliput,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
The Offenders,
Brick,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
Index,
Black Moon,
Sugar Minott,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Babytalk,
T. Rex,
Ice-T,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice,
The Searchers,
Eric Copeland,
Kevin Saunderson,
Peter and Kerry,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.