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 Malawi and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Agitation Free to the techno 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 The Wake. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Juan Atkins,
Warsaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
Massinfluence,
Duran Duran,
The Golliwogs,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
MC5,
Quantec,
Slave,
Whodini,
Alice Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pussy Galore,
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
Kayak,
FM Einheit,
John Coltrane,
X-Ray Spex,
Organ,
MDC,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
Nas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Clarke,
DJ Style,
David Axelrod,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
The Litter,
Crooked Eye,
The Fugs,
Echospace,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
cv313,
The Motions,
Silicon Teens,
Traffic Nightmare,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lyres,
Q65,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
Symarip,
Supertramp,
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Agent Orange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sex Pistols,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.