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 Monaco and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Heaven 17 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Delta 5,
Roger Hodgson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rapeman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
the Normal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Frankie Knuckles,
Erykah Badu,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Outsiders,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sonny Sharrock,
Suburban Knight,
Scrapy,
The Blues Magoos,
X-102,
Saccharine Trust,
Section 25,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
Harmonia,
June Days,
Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
R.M.O.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Terry Callier,
Television Personalities,
UT,
Dead Boys,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
The Names,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Man Parrish,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
The Neon Judgement,
Stockholm Monsters,
Visage,
Johnny Clarke,
Angry Samoans,
DJ Style,
Ken Boothe,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.