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 Panama and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 harpsichord 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Prince Buster,
The Mojo Men,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
The Smoke,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Normal,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Porter Ricks,
The Angels of Light,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Massinfluence,
Goldenarms,
Das Ding,
Pantytec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Dark Day,
The Leaves,
Theoretical Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
Kas Product,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Marmalade,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
Quadrant,
ABBA,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
Matthew Halsall,
Slick Rick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eden Ahbez,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
Ralphi Rosario,
New York Dolls,
Black Pus,
Cheater Slicks,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
Tears for Fears,
Malaria!,
The Names,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.