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 Monaco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 harpsichord 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 Niagra to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Warren Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
In Retrospect,
The Blackbyrds,
Easy Going,
DJ Style,
Danielle Patucci,
LL Cool J,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
Susan Cadogan,
Shoche,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
The J.B.'s,
Chris & Cosey,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
Faraquet,
Dead Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Howard Jones,
Arthur Verocai,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
The Litter,
Mars,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Royal Trux,
Grauzone,
UT,
Kerrie Biddell,
Depeche Mode,
Byron Stingily,
Alphaville,
The Leaves,
Reagan Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skarface,
New York Dolls,
The Cowsills,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Japan,
Fluxion,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
Matthew Halsall,
World's Most,
Talk Talk,
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
Al Stewart,
The Real Kids,
Grey Daturas,
Rapeman,
Toni Rubio,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.