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 Jamaica and from London.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Mandrill,
JFA,
Howard Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
Marvin Gaye,
The Real Kids,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Angels of Light,
Minutemen,
Skaos,
Faraquet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Music Machine,
The Misunderstood,
New Order,
Kas Product,
X-102,
Public Image Ltd.,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
Bauhaus,
Subhumans,
Eric Dolphy,
Sandy B,
Tres Demented,
The Beau Brummels,
Rod Modell,
Gang of Four,
The Doobie Brothers,
Radio Birdman,
Chris Corsano,
Kerri Chandler,
John Foxx,
Jeff Mills,
Lou Christie,
Can,
Bobby Sherman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bizarre Inc.,
Technova,
Interpol,
Y Pants,
Crash Course in Science,
Brass Construction,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
Reuben Wilson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Star Department,
Robert Görl,
Soul II Soul,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.