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 Jamaica 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Judy Mowatt to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Last Poets,
Crash Course in Science,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
Slave,
Rakim,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Isaac Hayes,
Blake Baxter,
Dorothy Ashby,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
Niagra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Agitation Free,
Rapeman,
UT,
Fad Gadget,
Khruangbin,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Golliwogs,
The Tremeloes,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
Ronnie Foster,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nik Kershaw,
Sonic Youth,
Outsiders,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
The Doors,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
Suicide,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
Kurtis Blow,
Young Marble Giants,
The Victims,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roy Ayers,
Thompson Twins,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Jacob Miller,
Hardrive,
Bill Wells,
Audionom,
Mark Hollis,
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Skaos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.