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 Guinea and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Joe Finger 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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Richard Hell and the Voidoids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Mojo Men,
Ossler,
Toni Rubio,
Chris & Cosey,
Cymande,
Ken Boothe,
Bauhaus,
The Index,
Man Eating Sloth,
Erykah Badu,
Eli Mardock,
Half Japanese,
Dennis Brown,
The Smoke,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
The Residents,
the Swans,
Blake Baxter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alton Ellis,
Neu!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
Cameo,
John Foxx,
The Angels of Light,
Can,
R.M.O.,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
Soul Sonic Force,
Icehouse,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
David Axelrod,
Buzzcocks,
Model 500,
Cecil Taylor,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Womack,
Bill Wells,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Amazonics,
Parry Music,
Colin Newman,
Symarip,
Hot Snakes,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Don Cherry,
Gang Starr,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.