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 Austria and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jandek to the disco 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Toasters,
The Saints,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
Unwound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
F. McDonald,
Pantytec,
Fluxion,
Television,
Laurel Aitken,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sight & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dual Sessions,
Visage,
Pantaleimon,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
Adolescents,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
Kerrie Biddell,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bootsy Collins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Graham Central Station,
Derrick May,
The Evens,
Skriet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jandek,
Dark Day,
the Bar-Kays,
Magazine,
Soulsonic Force,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
A Certain Ratio,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.