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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Skriet to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Big Daddy Kane,
Los Fastidios,
Dawn Penn,
Buzzcocks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ituana,
Quantec,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rosa Yemen,
Ice-T,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
Frankie Knuckles,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
Joensuu 1685,
The Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Bang On A Can,
Pussy Galore,
Aloha Tigers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angry Samoans,
Jandek,
The Trojans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang of Four,
Glenn Branca,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
Kas Product,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
Faraquet,
Smog,
Bobby Womack,
Accadde A,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DNA,
Ken Boothe,
The Modern Lovers,
Yusef Lateef,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Style,
The Velvet Underground,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.