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 Germany and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 8 Eyed Spy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blancmange,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
The Angels of Light,
Skarface,
Connie Case,
Absolute Body Control,
Khruangbin,
Basic Channel,
X-101,
Nas,
The United States of America,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Neon Judgement,
R.M.O.,
Bobby Byrd,
Hasil Adkins,
Black Bananas,
Minutemen,
UT,
Tubeway Army,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Tremeloes,
Index,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brass Construction,
Amazonics,
Ponytail,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra,
The Mummies,
Trumans Water,
June of 44,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Hoover,
Amon Düül II,
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Victims,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Althea and Donna,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Cale,
E-Dancer,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.