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 Congo and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Harmonia to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Alison Limerick,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
The Martian,
New Order,
Scientists,
Sister Nancy,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
The Mummies,
Second Layer,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Leonard Cohen,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bad Manners,
Sandy B,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
R.M.O.,
Jacques Brel,
The Gap Band,
Moss Icon,
DJ Sneak,
The Doors,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
The Angels of Light,
Moebius,
The Wake,
Bob Dylan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
The Index,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
Fear,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Piero Umiliani,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
The Last Poets,
Stereo Dub,
Television Personalities,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
Monolake,
Zapp,
Lebanon Hanover,
KRS-One,
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Mills,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.