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 Belize and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec 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?
Dennis Brown,
Nik Kershaw,
Slick Rick,
Charles Mingus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fire Engines,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fuzztones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Quantec,
Bobby Womack,
Susan Cadogan,
Rapeman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Human League,
Fear,
Deepchord,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
The Leaves,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Real Kids,
Michelle Simonal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Johnny Osbourne,
Yazoo,
Swans,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
The Seeds,
Schoolly D,
Rakim,
Scientists,
Wolf Eyes,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
Japan,
Royal Trux,
U.S. Maple,
John Lydon,
Warsaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
Jeff Lynne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.