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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Sister Nancy to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
The Doors,
Symarip,
The Mummies,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
KRS-One,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
Wire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
The Kinks,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
John Cale,
It's A Beautiful Day,
LL Cool J,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Scan 7,
Negative Approach,
Brothers Johnson,
Kerri Chandler,
Charles Mingus,
Sun City Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Pagans,
Freddie Wadling,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-Ray Spex,
Slick Rick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
Vladislav Delay,
Jeff Mills,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
the Human League,
the Bar-Kays,
Jawbox,
cv313,
Pantytec,
Los Fastidios,
the Germs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.