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 El Salvador and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Grandmaster Flash to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The United States of America,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
In Retrospect,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terrestrial Tones,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rekid,
Severed Heads,
Marshall Jefferson,
Minor Threat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joyce Sims,
The Velvet Underground,
Metal Thangz,
The New Christs,
Ken Boothe,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Davy DMX,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
Eric Copeland,
A Certain Ratio,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
The Seeds,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Maurizio,
OOIOO,
The Fuzztones,
Sun City Girls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharoah Sanders,
Groovy Waters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Monolake,
Ohio Players,
kango's stein massive,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fela Kuti,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fortunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Drexciya,
David Axelrod,
Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios, Los Fastidios.
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.