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 Hungary and from Bologna.
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 Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 The Modern Lovers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
The New Christs,
Black Pus,
Drexciya,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kas Product,
Darondo,
The Pop Group,
The Tremeloes,
The Smoke,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Mills,
Crispian St. Peters,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
MDC,
Minny Pops,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Happenings,
Bootsy Collins,
Aswad,
Q and Not U,
Connie Case,
Barbara Tucker,
Q65,
Silicon Teens,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Blake Baxter,
Ituana,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mojo Men,
ABBA,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sixth Finger,
Public Enemy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DJ Style,
The Move,
a-ha,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bob Dylan,
Severed Heads,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Moon,
Talk Talk,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
The Moleskins,
Tim Buckley,
Lou Reed,
Unrelated Segments,
Main Source,
Rakim,
Fluxion,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.