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 Iceland and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 The Blackbyrds to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
LL Cool J,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
Soul Sonic Force,
Piero Umiliani,
Prince Buster,
Max Romeo,
Gang of Four,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
Rosa Yemen,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
John Lydon,
Thompson Twins,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
Parry Music,
Crime,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
Soul II Soul,
Infiniti,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
Scan 7,
Swans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kas Product,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
Lou Reed,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Offenders,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
The Gap Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Andrew Hill,
Hashim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Count Five,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
OOIOO,
Funkadelic,
Siglo XX,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.