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 Indonesia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Heaven 17 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bizarre Inc.,
Can,
Carl Craig,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
Dead Boys,
Faraquet,
Ronan,
Newcleus,
Toni Rubio,
The Cure,
Eli Mardock,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Cramps,
Public Enemy,
The Selecter,
Byron Stingily,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Vogues,
Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
Banda Bassotti,
The Gun Club,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Curtis Mayfield,
This Heat,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
PIL,
The Doors,
Lucky Dragons,
Scratch Acid,
Kevin Saunderson,
KRS-One,
Gang Starr,
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sonic Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
Section 25,
Black Bananas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hardrive,
Arcadia,
Soft Machine,
Jawbox,
The Monks,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.