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 Uzbekistan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Frankie Knuckles to the electroclash 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Donald Byrd,
L. Decosne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Laurel Aitken,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Slick Rick,
Symarip,
Qualms,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
Ken Boothe,
Suicide,
D'Angelo,
Sällskapet,
the Slits,
Little Man,
Television Personalities,
Altered Images,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang of Four,
Royal Trux,
Magma,
Jacob Miller,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pere Ubu,
CMW,
The Stooges,
Frankie Knuckles,
June Days,
Black Pus,
The Knickerbockers,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
Dave Gahan,
Ossler,
Tom Boy,
Aswad,
Malaria!,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
Essential Logic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra,
Michelle Simonal,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.