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 Canada and from Sao Paulo.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the electroclash 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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Marmalade,
Ludus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barclay James Harvest,
La Düsseldorf,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mark Hollis,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
Bob Dylan,
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Peter & Gordon,
Rapeman,
Brand Nubian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Reuben Wilson,
KRS-One,
Dark Day,
Kayak,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product,
Dave Gahan,
Flipper,
The Associates,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
Surgeon,
Sound Behaviour,
Thompson Twins,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Brick,
Whodini,
Kerri Chandler,
Fatback Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scan 7,
Michelle Simonal,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
Roger Hodgson,
Moss Icon,
Sex Pistols,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Porter Ricks,
The Velvet Underground,
Aaron Thompson,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Absolute Body Control,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.