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 Spain and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
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 Blancmange to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Black Sheep,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Maleditus Sound,
Au Pairs,
Boz Scaggs,
Heaven 17,
World's Most,
Bang On A Can,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Style,
Royal Trux,
The Offenders,
Pylon,
The Red Krayola,
Tomorrow,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ituana,
Desert Stars,
Television Personalities,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
ABBA,
Cecil Taylor,
Technova,
Steve Hackett,
the Swans,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rotary Connection,
Soft Cell,
The Angels of Light,
Intrusion,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Blake Baxter,
Pere Ubu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Massinfluence,
John Holt,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Searchers,
The Pretty Things,
Bush Tetras,
Angry Samoans,
Wings,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Goldenarms,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Byrd,
The New Christs,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
Stereo Dub,
Howard Jones,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.