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 Honduras and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 oboe 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 Make Up 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arthur Verocai,
The Dead C,
Ituana,
Talk Talk,
Rosa Yemen,
the Swans,
Sixth Finger,
Bill Near,
Ultra Naté,
Essential Logic,
The Cure,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
H. Thieme,
Sparks,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sandy B,
Pierre Henry,
Rites of Spring,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Blossom Toes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gladiators,
The Smiths,
The Associates,
Mars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Skarface,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Red Krayola,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aaron Thompson,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
New Age Steppers,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
Motorama,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
Ultravox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sonny Sharrock,
Blake Baxter,
David Bowie,
The Toasters,
Suburban Knight,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
CMW,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yazoo,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.