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 Antigua and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 The Slackers to the disco 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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,
Livin' Joy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Girls At Our Best!,
Dual Sessions,
Technova,
H. Thieme,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
Make Up,
Ultravox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Moss Icon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Faust,
Mark Hollis,
The Evens,
Ultra Naté,
Grey Daturas,
Max Romeo,
Qualms,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
Visage,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maleditus Sound,
X-101,
Simply Red,
Lightning Bolt,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
Symarip,
The Stooges,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
The Shadows of Knight,
Little Man,
China Crisis,
Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
World's Most,
Oneida,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
Sällskapet,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.