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 Chad and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rap 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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
Loose Ends,
Max Romeo,
Rakim,
David McCallum,
Hoover,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eli Mardock,
the Normal,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eve St. Jones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The J.B.'s,
X-Ray Spex,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul Sonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Amazonics,
Au Pairs,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia,
Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Holt,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Country Teasers,
The Mojo Men,
Davy DMX,
Eddi Front,
The Count Five,
Brass Construction,
Toni Rubio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fall,
Janne Schatter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Flash Fearless,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
The Young Rascals,
Andrew Hill,
Grauzone,
Kayak,
Swans,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys,
Ice-T,
Buzzcocks,
Essential Logic,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.