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 Cyprus and from Copenhagen.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lille.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Simply Red to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
Scan 7,
Brand Nubian,
Supertramp,
The Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Victims,
Alice Coltrane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Saccharine Trust,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Organ,
Quantec,
Faraquet,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
Schoolly D,
Cluster,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Peter & Gordon,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed,
Spoonie Gee,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Christie,
Mandrill,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flipper,
Nils Olav,
Outsiders,
Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
Roy Ayers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sarah Menescal,
The Divine Comedy,
Janne Schatter,
The Angels of Light,
Goldenarms,
Brothers Johnson,
Gang Gang Dance,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
Tomorrow,
Malaria!,
Minnie Riperton,
Metal Thangz,
The Count Five,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
New Order,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.