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 Kosovo and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Quantec to the crunk 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Soul II Soul,
Adolescents,
The Happenings,
Pulsallama,
Circle Jerks,
Lucky Dragons,
Absolute Body Control,
Yaz,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Soulsonic Force,
Gang Starr,
the Bar-Kays,
Vladislav Delay,
Bauhaus,
Graham Central Station,
Aural Exciters,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roger Hodgson,
Heaven 17,
Q65,
Scratch Acid,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Hill,
Cal Tjader,
DJ Style,
Niagra,
LL Cool J,
David McCallum,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Warren Ellis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
The Offenders,
Gabor Szabo,
Terry Callier,
La Düsseldorf,
The Kinks,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
Lee Hazlewood,
Leonard Cohen,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Severed Heads,
Susan Cadogan,
Pere Ubu,
Wasted Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Groovy Waters,
Judy Mowatt,
Pierre Henry,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marc Almond,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.