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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Au Pairs to the grime 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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Frankie Knuckles,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
Liliput,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Skaos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Roxette,
Nas,
The Names,
Toni Rubio,
The Skatalites,
DJ Sneak,
A Certain Ratio,
The Slackers,
Suicide,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nirvana,
Sparks,
Newcleus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ornette Coleman,
Au Pairs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Depeche Mode,
The Zeros,
Steve Hackett,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
Graham Central Station,
ABBA,
Mark Hollis,
The Tremeloes,
The Mummies,
Ice-T,
Echospace,
Excepter,
Reuben Wilson,
Ronnie Foster,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
K-Klass,
Cymande,
Wally Richardson,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
James White and The Blacks,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.