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 Maldives and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Metal Thangz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gong record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Essential Logic,
The Last Poets,
Derrick May,
Camouflage,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang of Four,
Arab on Radar,
Anakelly,
The Pop Group,
Stetsasonic,
Arcadia,
Ultra Naté,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
Dave Gahan,
Icehouse,
Talk Talk,
kango's stein massive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Slick Rick,
New Order,
Severed Heads,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neil Young,
MDC,
Mark Hollis,
Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
cv313,
Brand Nubian,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Juan Atkins,
Sandy B,
Sugar Minott,
Subhumans,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
D'Angelo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Vogues,
One Last Wish,
Jeff Mills,
Easy Going,
Joe Finger,
Chris Corsano,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
Toni Rubio,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.