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 Congo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Minutemen to the crunk 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Eddi Front,
The American Breed,
Suburban Knight,
Au Pairs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Tim Buckley,
Youth Brigade,
Gichy Dan,
Bauhaus,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Flash Fearless,
JFA,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
Al Stewart,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
B.T. Express,
Cecil Taylor,
Tubeway Army,
Section 25,
Josef K,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings,
Glambeats Corp.,
Blancmange,
Anakelly,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Mills,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
Charles Mingus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Joyce Sims,
Gong,
Fluxion,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Christie,
Black Pus,
Vladislav Delay,
The Doors,
the Association,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Bootsy Collins,
Newcleus,
These Immortal Souls,
Can,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Con Funk Shun,
Radiohead,
Rotary Connection,
Symarip,
Mr. Review,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.