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 Israel and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scan 7 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Underground Resistance,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Symarip,
LL Cool J,
Big Daddy Kane,
Leonard Cohen,
Suburban Knight,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
Parry Music,
Juan Atkins,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rapeman,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cheater Slicks,
Blake Baxter,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
The Human League,
Metal Thangz,
Neu!,
Colin Newman,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Gories,
Qualms,
Jimmy McGriff,
Tommy Roe,
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
Scratch Acid,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nico,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Q65,
Panda Bear,
The Cowsills,
Mars,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
The Slackers,
Grauzone,
Joyce Sims,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jeru the Damaja,
Niagra,
B.T. Express,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eddi Front,
Wire,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.