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 Singapore and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Little Man to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eurythmics,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Doors,
K-Klass,
The Mummies,
Boredoms,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
Gerry Rafferty,
ABC,
Anakelly,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Yusef Lateef,
Tres Demented,
kango's stein massive,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
Bad Manners,
Procol Harum,
Pole,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
Maleditus Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Nas,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Country Teasers,
Eddi Front,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Walker Brothers,
The Leaves,
Mr. Review,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Machine,
Scientists,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rites of Spring,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxette,
Glenn Branca,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
Flipper,
The Motions,
Man Parrish,
The Standells,
Leonard Cohen,
Symarip,
Kaleidoscope,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang of Four,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Absolute Body Control,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.