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 Haiti and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Moss Icon to the rock 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
John Foxx,
Jacob Miller,
Jeru the Damaja,
Maleditus Sound,
Ohio Players,
ABC,
The Electric Prunes,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
Davy DMX,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kas Product,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gabor Szabo,
Joe Finger,
Altered Images,
Unwound,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
Mantronix,
Eddi Front,
Flash Fearless,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Radiohead,
Judy Mowatt,
Warsaw,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dennis Brown,
Popol Vuh,
Lalo Schifrin,
Basic Channel,
The Victims,
Charles Mingus,
Moss Icon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
Janne Schatter,
The United States of America,
Skriet,
Parry Music,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
New Age Steppers,
Bronski Beat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rites of Spring,
The Zeros,
Lungfish,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cowsills,
Japan,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.