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 Singapore and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord 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 Thompson Twins to the rap 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Moleskins,
Alton Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Country Joe & The Fish,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Byrd,
Subhumans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Motorama,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Intrusion,
Wolf Eyes,
Crash Course in Science,
Excepter,
Brick,
Rakim,
Q and Not U,
Talk Talk,
The Saints,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Green,
Minny Pops,
Rekid,
Lucky Dragons,
Dual Sessions,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
Eddi Front,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-101,
The Techniques,
Brass Construction,
Eric Dolphy,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
John Foxx,
The Fortunes,
Lou Christie,
The Names,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
MDC,
Surgeon,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.