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 Iraq and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Maurizio to the crunk 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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Trumans Water,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
Yellowson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DNA,
Model 500,
Eden Ahbez,
Reagan Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rod Modell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Birthday Party,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Associates,
Tomorrow,
The Stooges,
Bluetip,
Sam Rivers,
Gastr Del Sol,
James White and The Blacks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Brothers Johnson,
Minutemen,
The Dirtbombs,
The Residents,
The Blackbyrds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC,
CMW,
Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Trojans,
The Techniques,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
Bang On A Can,
New Order,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
Marc Almond,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.