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 Latvia and from Jakarta.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Susan Cadogan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fuzztones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick Morgan,
Basic Channel,
ABC,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
Sam Rivers,
The Invisible,
Black Sheep,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skaos,
Clear Light,
Sandy B,
Joe Finger,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
kango's stein massive,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nils Olav,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
Suburban Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soulsonic Force,
Funkadelic,
New Age Steppers,
Hardrive,
Masters at Work,
Bill Wells,
Unrelated Segments,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jandek,
Symarip,
The Move,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division,
Hoover,
The Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Outsiders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
Lalann,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
Suicide,
Talk Talk,
Derrick May,
a-ha,
Alison Limerick,
Aswad,
Althea and Donna,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.