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 Yemen and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Agent Orange to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All The Cosmic Jokers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aaron Thompson,
The Raincoats,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Saccharine Trust,
Zapp,
Black Moon,
Franke,
Idris Muhammad,
Depeche Mode,
The Associates,
The Human League,
Sun Ra,
Minutemen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joe Finger,
Judy Mowatt,
Lower 48,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
Jimmy McGriff,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Selecter,
Henry Cow,
Excepter,
Cecil Taylor,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
Lakeside,
Wire,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Davy DMX,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Massinfluence,
Ultimate Spinach,
MDC,
Sugar Minott,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Silicon Teens,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
The Detroit Cobras,
June of 44,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Todd Rundgren,
Skaos,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.