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 Lithuania and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 mellotron 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 The Last Poets to the rock 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a chamberlin 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
Flipper,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
Interpol,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
Can,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Tim Buckley,
The Last Poets,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Terry,
Nirvana,
FM Einheit,
The Cure,
The Motions,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sound Behaviour,
Negative Approach,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aloha Tigers,
David Bowie,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Flag,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Dave Gahan,
Yazoo,
Michelle Simonal,
Liliput,
Amazonics,
Lower 48,
T. Rex,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
Tommy Roe,
Byron Stingily,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.