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 Ghana and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Accadde A to the rap 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Wake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Thompson Twins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marvin Gaye,
Ituana,
Sandy B,
Bad Manners,
The Doors,
Lower 48,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Kerri Chandler,
The Beau Brummels,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
Lalann,
Gabor Szabo,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Litter,
Jacob Miller,
Aloha Tigers,
Joyce Sims,
Sun City Girls,
Susan Cadogan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Sight & Sound,
Yazoo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Monks,
Buzzcocks,
L. Decosne,
Jandek,
Scientists,
Q and Not U,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Funky Four + One,
The Seeds,
Eden Ahbez,
Underground Resistance,
Gerry Rafferty,
Altered Images,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fugs,
The Techniques,
Gong,
the Slits,
Cheater Slicks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.