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 Mexico and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Arab on Radar to the punk 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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
Bobby Womack,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultimate Spinach,
Second Layer,
Youth Brigade,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Grass Roots,
Pere Ubu,
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Y Pants,
Symarip,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
Organ,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
Eli Mardock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Livin' Joy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Electric Prunes,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
The Velvet Underground,
Blossom Toes,
Pantaleimon,
Basic Channel,
New Order,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
Boogie Down Productions,
Altered Images,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
the Normal,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
Althea and Donna,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
Japan,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
Technova,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Doors,
The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks, The Kinks.
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.