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 Cuba and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mad Mike record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
Drexciya,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
Pere Ubu,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange,
The Moleskins,
The United States of America,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
The Saints,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fall,
The Dead C,
The Dave Clark Five,
Darondo,
Eurythmics,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
Ken Boothe,
Duran Duran,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Neu!,
The Fortunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
Accadde A,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Patti Smith,
Rotary Connection,
Jacob Miller,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mary Jane Girls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Wells,
Yaz,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
the Swans,
Gang of Four,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
Nirvana,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Juan Atkins,
Rapeman,
Soulsonic Force,
Robert Görl,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
Motorama,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.