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 Haiti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Winnipeg.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Second Layer to the punk 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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
June of 44,
48th St. Collective,
Iggy Pop,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Essential Logic,
Tom Boy,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Busters,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eric B and Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
New Order,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Leonard Cohen,
Davy DMX,
Anthony Braxton,
Wolf Eyes,
The Pop Group,
Bootsy Collins,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Lydon,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABC,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donny Hathaway,
David McCallum,
Zero Boys,
Fela Kuti,
Bronski Beat,
Slave,
K-Klass,
Dave Gahan,
Desert Stars,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
Josef K,
Wire,
Quadrant,
B.T. Express,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Black Dice,
La Düsseldorf,
Nico,
Donald Byrd,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Crooked Eye,
The Divine Comedy,
The Names,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eli Mardock,
Mars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.