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 Kosovo and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scientists to the grime 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Underground Resistance,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monochrome Set,
Quando Quango,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
Andrew Hill,
Stockholm Monsters,
Von Mondo,
China Crisis,
Black Moon,
Arthur Verocai,
Zero Boys,
Fluxion,
Sällskapet,
Subhumans,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The American Breed,
Blancmange,
Nick Fraelich,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
Brass Construction,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Juan Atkins,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
Kaleidoscope,
World's Most,
The Tremeloes,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Starr,
Idris Muhammad,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Porter Ricks,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
Babytalk,
Mo-Dettes,
10cc,
Whodini,
The Alarm Clocks,
Carl Craig,
Man Parrish,
The Victims,
Darondo,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.