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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 mellotron 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gabor Szabo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Barry Ungar,
Slick Rick,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
Danielle Patucci,
The Fire Engines,
Livin' Joy,
Negative Approach,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry's Kids,
Dennis Brown,
The Associates,
The Count Five,
Guru Guru,
Drexciya,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Brand Nubian,
The Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Anakelly,
Mars,
The Five Americans,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
Amon Düül,
Charles Mingus,
Zero Boys,
Funkadelic,
Qualms,
Eurythmics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
New Age Steppers,
Con Funk Shun,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Half Japanese,
One Last Wish,
Terry Callier,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
Nas,
The Wake,
Fear,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rites of Spring,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharoah Sanders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rekid,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.