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 Italy and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kas Product to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Jesper Dahlback,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Womack,
Amon Düül,
The Blackbyrds,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Saints,
Swans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
Lucky Dragons,
Lungfish,
The Invisible,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Osbourne,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nas,
Minor Threat,
Livin' Joy,
kango's stein massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Ronan,
F. McDonald,
Jerry's Kids,
Gong,
Moss Icon,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispian St. Peters,
Absolute Body Control,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minny Pops,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
Matthew Halsall,
Y Pants,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cameo,
Jawbox,
Lakeside,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arthur Verocai,
Wasted Youth,
Panda Bear,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.