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 Lebanon and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Ice-T 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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Dark Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Vladislav Delay,
Accadde A,
Lou Reed,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Victims,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
Iggy Pop,
Whodini,
Cymande,
Sonny Sharrock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siglo XX,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fluxion,
Eurythmics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Can,
Livin' Joy,
Cecil Taylor,
Barbara Tucker,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soul II Soul,
The Velvet Underground,
The Young Rascals,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Make Up,
Agent Orange,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Newcleus,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
Jawbox,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Ituana,
Archie Shepp,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
The Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Tres Demented,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.