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 Singapore and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Ponytail to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heaven 17,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Depeche Mode,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
Swans,
KRS-One,
U.S. Maple,
Minutemen,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
Can,
Monolake,
Terry Callier,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
Sam Rivers,
Tubeway Army,
Pantaleimon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gap Band,
The Stooges,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
Sparks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Byron Stingily,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
The Cowsills,
Wings,
The Invisible,
DNA,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Outsiders,
Davy DMX,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Model 500,
Sex Pistols,
Mantronix,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.