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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Simply Red,
Crime,
Rakim,
Marcia Griffiths,
Yellowson,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig,
Swell Maps,
Nils Olav,
Kaleidoscope,
Pylon,
Panda Bear,
The Toasters,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Style,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Red Krayola,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eden Ahbez,
the Bar-Kays,
Quantec,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
Matthew Bourne,
Faust,
Fear,
Parry Music,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Desert Stars,
The American Breed,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scott Walker,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Surgeon,
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
The Evens,
Skaos,
Delta 5,
Mars,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
Don Cherry,
Andrew Hill,
Judy Mowatt,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.