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 Liberia and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the theremin 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 Stetsasonic to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Main Source,
Dual Sessions,
Metal Thangz,
Sex Pistols,
Arcadia,
Wally Richardson,
Organ,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Gil Scott Heron,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
Underground Resistance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Blues Magoos,
Anakelly,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fear,
The Searchers,
T.S.O.L.,
X-Ray Spex,
Japan,
EPMD,
Howard Jones,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
Pussy Galore,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lucky Dragons,
Excepter,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
Magma,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
Crime,
Sun City Girls,
Wasted Youth,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Associates,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
Sun Ra,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Leonard Cohen,
The Star Department,
Malaria!,
John Cale,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.