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 Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Black Flag to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sexual Harrassment 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Gun Club,
Fugazi,
Interpol,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tim Buckley,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
Magma,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
Kerrie Biddell,
MDC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
Bush Tetras,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxette,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet,
The Monochrome Set,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
AZ,
PIL,
Soft Cell,
Lower 48,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rakim,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Qualms,
Swans,
Eric Copeland,
E-Dancer,
Basic Channel,
Todd Terry,
Subhumans,
Khruangbin,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Index,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Connie Case,
Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan, Dave Gahan.
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.