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 Kosovo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 arpeggiator 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 Motorama to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Joy Division,
Lungfish,
Gerry Rafferty,
cv313,
Deadbeat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pop Group,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jacques Brel,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Godley & Creme,
The Knickerbockers,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Animal Collective,
Alphaville,
Leonard Cohen,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
Y Pants,
New Age Steppers,
Boz Scaggs,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
The Blackbyrds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Standells,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skriet,
Big Daddy Kane,
This Heat,
The Cramps,
Darondo,
Sixth Finger,
Thompson Twins,
Arcadia,
Black Pus,
Japan,
Isaac Hayes,
Dave Gahan,
Hardrive,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eddi Front,
EPMD,
the Association,
Drexciya,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Hashim,
Delon & Dalcan,
Suburban Knight,
The Zeros,
Arthur Verocai,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.