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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Surgeon to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Peanut Butter Conspiracy 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Ludus,
Jeff Mills,
Inner City,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
Das Ding,
The Smiths,
Patti Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tears for Fears,
Roxette,
Cymande,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
Second Layer,
The Red Krayola,
Liliput,
Guru Guru,
Can,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Dual Sessions,
Alison Limerick,
Suicide,
The Doors,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
Bronski Beat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Index,
Flipper,
Altered Images,
Mission of Burma,
Soft Cell,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
Grauzone,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Trumans Water,
Peter & Gordon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Zero Boys,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
Stiv Bators,
Idris Muhammad,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.