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 Korea North and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Fifty Foot Hose to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
Con Funk Shun,
Blake Baxter,
Hot Snakes,
The Litter,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bluetip,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang of Four,
T.S.O.L.,
The Residents,
The Smiths,
Barrington Levy,
David McCallum,
Model 500,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
D'Angelo,
Groovy Waters,
Minnie Riperton,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Neil Young,
Dead Boys,
Grey Daturas,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Roxette,
June Days,
Terry Callier,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
This Heat,
Ken Boothe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
Hoover,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Bananas,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.