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 Dominican Republic and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Marshall Jefferson 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Hashim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mark Hollis,
The Pop Group,
Aloha Tigers,
The Count Five,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerri Chandler,
The Human League,
Eddi Front,
The Monochrome Set,
Susan Cadogan,
Alphaville,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
Wasted Youth,
Jeff Mills,
Fluxion,
Ronan,
Supertramp,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Tremeloes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gap Band,
The Monks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quantec,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Saints,
John Coltrane,
The Techniques,
Carl Craig,
Porter Ricks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Babytalk,
Scratch Acid,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Smiths,
A Certain Ratio,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
The Searchers,
Black Sheep,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DNA,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wolf Eyes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Niagra,
Oneida,
Visage,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.