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 Ghana and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Gang Green to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Index,
Kas Product,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
Jeru the Damaja,
Main Source,
Outsiders,
Chris Corsano,
Infiniti,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Fire Engines,
Fear,
Alton Ellis,
The Misunderstood,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donald Byrd,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sugar Minott,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
New Order,
the Normal,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
Mission of Burma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Parry Music,
Pierre Henry,
Sun City Girls,
The Leaves,
Aloha Tigers,
Dark Day,
Von Mondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reuben Wilson,
ABC,
F. McDonald,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lakeside,
Bang On A Can,
The Monochrome Set,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Skarface,
DNA,
Suburban Knight,
Organ,
Glenn Branca,
The Happenings,
Sparks,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.