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 Poland 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the organ 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 Soulsonic Force to the rap 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Erasure,
Josef K,
Shoche,
Symarip,
AZ,
Organ,
David Bowie,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Banda Bassotti,
Stetsasonic,
Flash Fearless,
the Sonics,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Todd Rundgren,
La Düsseldorf,
Newcleus,
Rosa Yemen,
The Stooges,
Reuben Wilson,
Second Layer,
The Move,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Normal,
Kevin Saunderson,
Icehouse,
Sun City Girls,
The Smoke,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Sonics,
the Human League,
Moss Icon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cluster,
Cymande,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin,
the Germs,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Kurtis Blow,
Ituana,
Scratch Acid,
Mantronix,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Deadbeat,
Lucky Dragons,
MDC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
Tears for Fears,
Spandau Ballet,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.