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 Honduras and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
Desert Stars,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Doors,
Crash Course in Science,
The Shadows of Knight,
New Age Steppers,
The Smiths,
The J.B.'s,
The Raincoats,
Guru Guru,
Khruangbin,
Jacques Brel,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
Faust,
Peter & Gordon,
the Human League,
Isaac Hayes,
Hasil Adkins,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
EPMD,
Brass Construction,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
Can,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
Severed Heads,
AZ,
The Searchers,
Rekid,
Yusef Lateef,
Chrome,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
Excepter,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
Theoretical Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Sonics,
Stereo Dub,
Derrick May,
Sugar Minott,
Groovy Waters,
Fear,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Robert Hood,
Index,
The Mummies,
The Cramps,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.