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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Morten Harket to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nas,
Oblivians,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
Marmalade,
PIL,
The Tremeloes,
Aural Exciters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Buzzcocks,
The Grass Roots,
The Associates,
The Mummies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moss Icon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fortunes,
The American Breed,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sam Rivers,
The Raincoats,
Warren Ellis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Cheater Slicks,
Sällskapet,
KRS-One,
Slave,
Electric Prunes,
Wire,
The Stooges,
Organ,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Busters,
Banda Bassotti,
Average White Band,
Country Teasers,
Unwound,
Crash Course in Science,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
Josef K,
FM Einheit,
Whodini,
Ten City,
Bad Manners,
U.S. Maple,
Aloha Tigers,
Andrew Hill,
Infiniti,
Zero Boys,
Royal Trux,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.