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 Cape Verde and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum 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 DJ Sneak to the punk 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Von Mondo,
AZ,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funky Four + One,
Rapeman,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
Dead Boys,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Michelle Simonal,
Outsiders,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Scan 7,
The Birthday Party,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funkadelic,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
Eurythmics,
Boredoms,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Niagra,
Slave,
The Busters,
Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pole,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
a-ha,
UT,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visage,
Black Flag,
Harpers Bizarre,
Y Pants,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.