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 Benin and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 The Red Krayola to the rap 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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Zapp,
Accadde A,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green,
The Dead C,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Reed,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
Fugazi,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eden Ahbez,
Sarah Menescal,
The Cowsills,
Half Japanese,
The Mummies,
Yellowson,
Lyres,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
ABC,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
Cymande,
The Velvet Underground,
Dual Sessions,
Fad Gadget,
Jimmy McGriff,
Fatback Band,
Chris Corsano,
James White and The Blacks,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
Eve St. Jones,
Chrome,
Bush Tetras,
Unrelated Segments,
Rapeman,
Minutemen,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Boredoms,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
Jacob Miller,
Lalo Schifrin,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.