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 Bangladesh and from Beijing.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Slits to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Kaleidoscope,
The Victims,
Neu!,
Sister Nancy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Red Krayola,
Eli Mardock,
The Tremeloes,
Deadbeat,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Association,
Quantec,
Eden Ahbez,
Simply Red,
Porter Ricks,
Jimmy McGriff,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Swell Maps,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
David Bowie,
Little Man,
the Human League,
the Germs,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
Hoover,
Cybotron,
Blossom Toes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kool Moe Dee,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
Aswad,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fat Boys,
OOIOO,
New Age Steppers,
Soul II Soul,
Godley & Creme,
Con Funk Shun,
Juan Atkins,
Country Teasers,
Nico,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Toasters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Buckinghams,
Desert Stars,
Das Ding,
Neil Young,
The Raincoats,
These Immortal Souls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.