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 Palau and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 JFA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Little Man,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Slick Rick,
Toni Rubio,
Aloha Tigers,
Neil Young,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Associates,
Eric Copeland,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sparks,
The Saints,
Popol Vuh,
Jimmy McGriff,
Henry Cow,
Schoolly D,
Unwound,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sugar Minott,
Inner City,
Ice-T,
Intrusion,
Mad Mike,
Deakin,
Icehouse,
Mission of Burma,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Görl,
The Seeds,
Accadde A,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ossler,
The Invisible,
Smog,
a-ha,
Scratch Acid,
Davy DMX,
Minor Threat,
Theoretical Girls,
The Stooges,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Sex Pistols,
Sandy B,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
James White and The Blacks,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Half Japanese,
The Standells,
KRS-One,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.