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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Carl Craig to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
Bill Near,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Throbbing Gristle,
DNA,
The Count Five,
China Crisis,
Hashim,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
Von Mondo,
Jeff Mills,
Bang On A Can,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
The Durutti Column,
Ken Boothe,
Pole,
James White and The Blacks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Essential Logic,
Isaac Hayes,
Nirvana,
Alton Ellis,
Ornette Coleman,
Magazine,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Lou Christie,
The Raincoats,
The Blues Magoos,
Technova,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Human League,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
Television,
Groovy Waters,
The Trojans,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics,
Crispian St. Peters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Minor Threat,
Scrapy,
Babytalk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Slackers,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
Nas,
Deepchord,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.