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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba 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 Jesper Dahlback to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
Archie Shepp,
The Music Machine,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
The Blackbyrds,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
Deepchord,
Japan,
Stetsasonic,
Vainqueur,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
Silicon Teens,
David Bowie,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Charles Mingus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kurtis Blow,
OOIOO,
Gang of Four,
the Bar-Kays,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Fall,
The Victims,
Babytalk,
Nico,
Sex Pistols,
Blossom Toes,
Delta 5,
The Star Department,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
Adolescents,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
the Sonics,
Guru Guru,
Eurythmics,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
LL Cool J,
Rotary Connection,
Susan Cadogan,
Althea and Donna,
The Count Five,
Jerry's Kids,
John Coltrane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.