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 Cuba and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 mellotron 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Infiniti 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Dorothy Ashby,
Loose Ends,
Soul II Soul,
Maleditus Sound,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
The Slits,
Gang of Four,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
The Fortunes,
Quantec,
Radiohead,
The Birthday Party,
Derrick Morgan,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
The Moleskins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Marvin Gaye,
A Certain Ratio,
R.M.O.,
Fatback Band,
Minny Pops,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magma,
Pussy Galore,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Skatalites,
Maurizio,
Icehouse,
Siglo XX,
Joey Negro,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
The Detroit Cobras,
Excepter,
cv313,
Pantytec,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.