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 Malaysia and from Winnipeg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the guitar 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 The Gap Band 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
Gang Starr,
Thee Headcoats,
James White and The Blacks,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mars,
Rites of Spring,
The Beau Brummels,
Model 500,
Gregory Isaacs,
Marmalade,
Amon Düül,
Audionom,
Ohio Players,
Masters at Work,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pole,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scan 7,
Black Moon,
Soft Machine,
DJ Style,
Letta Mbulu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Peter & Gordon,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rufus Thomas,
Arthur Verocai,
Mantronix,
The Sonics,
Skarface,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bill Wells,
Joensuu 1685,
Popol Vuh,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
kango's stein massive,
The Gun Club,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ossler,
Roxy Music,
The Tremeloes,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
The Five Americans,
Monolake,
Depeche Mode,
World's Most,
The Wake,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wings,
John Coltrane,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.