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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1965 at the first Beefheart practice in a loft in Lancaster.
I was working on the theremin 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 Juan Atkins to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Delta 5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
U.S. Maple,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Al Stewart,
Godley & Creme,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
The Misunderstood,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
The Offenders,
Dual Sessions,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
the Association,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare,
Fad Gadget,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Fire Engines,
Donny Hathaway,
Basic Channel,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Suicide,
Shoche,
Amazonics,
June Days,
Byron Stingily,
Chrome,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Red Krayola,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Letta Mbulu,
Model 500,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
DJ Sneak,
The Moody Blues,
Kool Moe Dee,
Barrington Levy,
Rufus Thomas,
Jacques Brel,
Ten City,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
Roxette,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boz Scaggs,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.