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 Morocco 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Mad Mike to the funk 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
Kayak,
Hardrive,
China Crisis,
Half Japanese,
AZ,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
U.S. Maple,
Lalann,
Prince Buster,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
The Black Dice,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
Laurel Aitken,
Swans,
The Dead C,
Grey Daturas,
Pantytec,
Heaven 17,
Symarip,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
New York Dolls,
Nik Kershaw,
Peter & Gordon,
Al Stewart,
The Red Krayola,
X-102,
48th St. Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Moody Blues,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Pretty Things,
The Tremeloes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Josef K,
Kenny Larkin,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Zeros,
10cc,
Blancmange,
Qualms,
Goldenarms,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Popol Vuh,
The Gap Band,
Icehouse,
Ken Boothe,
Pharoah Sanders,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.