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 Lesotho and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Stooges,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Delta 5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red,
Monks,
Groovy Waters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dennis Brown,
Barry Ungar,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Dark Day,
The Zeros,
The Selecter,
Television,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
Wally Richardson,
The Associates,
Das Ding,
Japan,
Spoonie Gee,
Albert Ayler,
The Blues Magoos,
Radiohead,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eurythmics,
Charles Mingus,
DJ Style,
Skriet,
Warsaw,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Amazonics,
Henry Cow,
Sound Behaviour,
MDC,
Schoolly D,
Mandrill,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Section 25,
John Foxx,
CMW,
Colin Newman,
Yusef Lateef,
Ralphi Rosario,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joey Negro,
Unwound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
This Heat,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.