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 Liberia and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Swans to the grime 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Gang Green,
Lou Christie,
H. Thieme,
Magazine,
Rod Modell,
Tim Buckley,
Harry Pussy,
Monolake,
The Martian,
The Last Poets,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Doors,
Marmalade,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
Main Source,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Angry Samoans,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Graham Central Station,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sparks,
David Bowie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
The Fortunes,
Gregory Isaacs,
Can,
Buzzcocks,
Pagans,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
Charles Mingus,
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
kango's stein massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
Moss Icon,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Coltrane,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.