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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Crash Course in Science,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
10cc,
The Smiths,
Marmalade,
Technova,
Ronnie Foster,
Scrapy,
Accadde A,
The Golliwogs,
Cheater Slicks,
Nik Kershaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pagans,
Yazoo,
Minor Threat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Duran Duran,
Marc Almond,
Arab on Radar,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeff Mills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
Wasted Youth,
Ponytail,
Angry Samoans,
Groovy Waters,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
Subhumans,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fugazi,
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul II Soul,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sun City Girls,
Stereo Dub,
Bizarre Inc.,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wally Richardson,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang Green,
Janne Schatter,
Patti Smith,
The Durutti Column,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.