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 Iran 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Guru Guru to the jazz 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Mars,
Brick,
Vainqueur,
Charles Mingus,
Y Pants,
X-Ray Spex,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
the Association,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
China Crisis,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Simply Red,
Accadde A,
Scion,
DNA,
Sparks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Steve Hackett,
Unrelated Segments,
Massinfluence,
Inner City,
kango's stein massive,
The Residents,
Outsiders,
Black Pus,
Eli Mardock,
Tres Demented,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronnie Foster,
Smog,
Black Moon,
Josef K,
T.S.O.L.,
Scan 7,
Gang Starr,
Neu!,
Dave Gahan,
Crooked Eye,
Faust,
Amazonics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Near,
Bootsy Collins,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Star Department,
Procol Harum,
Hoover,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funky Four + One,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.