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 Slovakia and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 synthesizer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
The Zeros,
Harry Pussy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
Icehouse,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
The Victims,
The Count Five,
The Busters,
Archie Shepp,
Tim Buckley,
Schoolly D,
Newcleus,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Saints,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Kinks,
Dark Day,
Jeff Lynne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sound Behaviour,
Mandrill,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
The American Breed,
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Neon Judgement,
Cecil Taylor,
Essential Logic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
Amazonics,
Tears for Fears,
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
Jerry's Kids,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
U.S. Maple,
Yellowson,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.