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 San Marino and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar 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 A Certain Ratio to the rock 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Franke,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marc Almond,
Monks,
The J.B.'s,
Public Enemy,
The Velvet Underground,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pere Ubu,
The Techniques,
Unwound,
The American Breed,
Dark Day,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Johnny Clarke,
Babytalk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Minor Threat,
The Fortunes,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
Soft Machine,
Swans,
Aaron Thompson,
David Bowie,
Quadrant,
James White and The Blacks,
Stereo Dub,
Metal Thangz,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tres Demented,
Kool Moe Dee,
Slave,
Ponytail,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dual Sessions,
X-102,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
Robert Wyatt,
Davy DMX,
Moebius,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül II,
Technova,
Grey Daturas,
Bill Near,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.