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 Kuwait and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Aaron Thompson 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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Kaleidoscope,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eden Ahbez,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
Panda Bear,
Anthony Braxton,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pere Ubu,
Pierre Henry,
Mo-Dettes,
Fat Boys,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Evens,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
Fear,
Kerrie Biddell,
Aural Exciters,
David McCallum,
The Fugs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Quadrant,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
Tim Buckley,
Black Moon,
Alice Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül,
Second Layer,
Cymande,
Mars,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Starr,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Magazine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Modern Lovers,
Warren Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Ponytail,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Letta Mbulu,
The Vogues,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.