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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Blues Magoos to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
48th St. Collective,
Swell Maps,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rakim,
Skaos,
Moebius,
Agitation Free,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camouflage,
Junior Murvin,
Public Enemy,
The Leaves,
Blake Baxter,
X-Ray Spex,
Funky Four + One,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fat Boys,
Cymande,
Interpol,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxy Music,
Thompson Twins,
Erasure,
the Bar-Kays,
Eurythmics,
Darondo,
June Days,
Youth Brigade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultravox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
The Litter,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
The Music Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
The Vogues,
Ultimate Spinach,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
Sunsets and Hearts,
New Order,
The Associates,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
China Crisis,
The Pretty Things,
Slick Rick,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nils Olav,
Man Eating Sloth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.