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 Ivory Coast and from Sao Paulo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin 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 Wolf Eyes to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tropical Tobacco record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Siglo XX,
Popol Vuh,
DNA,
Swans,
Maleditus Sound,
the Germs,
Carl Craig,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
Neil Young,
Rakim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ken Boothe,
Ice-T,
The Slackers,
Moebius,
Cal Tjader,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Teasers,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Angels of Light,
Joy Division,
Junior Murvin,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
David McCallum,
Dead Boys,
Quantec,
Dennis Brown,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dark Day,
Brand Nubian,
Hardrive,
Guru Guru,
Iggy Pop,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
Reuben Wilson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
the Human League,
Oblivians,
ABC,
Alison Limerick,
Roxy Music,
Outsiders,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.