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 Czech Republic 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Carl Craig,
Nils Olav,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nick Fraelich,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks,
Anthony Braxton,
Deakin,
World's Most,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
Marc Almond,
Basic Channel,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wally Richardson,
Roxy Music,
This Heat,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Pop Group,
Metal Thangz,
Ultra Naté,
the Association,
The Evens,
The Leaves,
The Toasters,
The Martian,
Fad Gadget,
Motorama,
Mr. Review,
Monks,
Negative Approach,
The Move,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Livin' Joy,
T. Rex,
Dennis Brown,
Andrew Hill,
The Residents,
Dual Sessions,
L. Decosne,
MC5,
The Remains,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swell Maps,
Suicide,
Vainqueur,
Derrick Morgan,
Radio Birdman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.