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 Senegal and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 John Foxx to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
F. McDonald,
Lee Hazlewood,
Mark Hollis,
Black Sheep,
Flipper,
the Normal,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
Tommy Roe,
Pantaleimon,
The Slackers,
Oneida,
Michelle Simonal,
Wings,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy Collins,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
LL Cool J,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deepchord,
Motorama,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Moon,
Soul Sonic Force,
Danielle Patucci,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
Hot Snakes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Masters at Work,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Brass Construction,
X-102,
Mandrill,
The Golliwogs,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bob Dylan,
Fatback Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sound Behaviour,
Joy Division,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.