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 Sri Lanka and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 The Pop Group to the crunk 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Roxette,
Duran Duran,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dave Gahan,
Livin' Joy,
Stiv Bators,
Eve St. Jones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Terry Callier,
The Associates,
In Retrospect,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ralphi Rosario,
Arcadia,
Funkadelic,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Howard Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
Skarface,
Crispy Ambulance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
LL Cool J,
UT,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Grass Roots,
FM Einheit,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Bang On A Can,
Tommy Roe,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Pole,
John Holt,
Absolute Body Control,
Ken Boothe,
Marine Girls,
Fluxion,
Gang of Four,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter & Gordon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Index,
Panda Bear,
Pylon,
Wasted Youth,
The Skatalites,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
The Residents,
Hashim,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.