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 Niger and from Calgary.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 David Axelrod to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stiv Bators,
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
The Motions,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Franke,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
Rekid,
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
Lyres,
Eli Mardock,
Bronski Beat,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
The Angels of Light,
The Zeros,
Marc Almond,
Slick Rick,
It's A Beautiful Day,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Style,
Man Parrish,
Erasure,
Agitation Free,
X-101,
Marmalade,
Neil Young,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
The Names,
Visage,
One Last Wish,
Freddie Wadling,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Theoretical Girls,
Pagans,
The Knickerbockers,
Sister Nancy,
Animal Collective,
Andrew Hill,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Reuben Wilson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Suicide,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
John Foxx,
Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode, Depeche Mode.
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.