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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 Eurythmics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Erasure,
Slick Rick,
The Searchers,
Deadbeat,
Rekid,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kool Moe Dee,
a-ha,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
LL Cool J,
Hardrive,
Schoolly D,
the Germs,
Bronski Beat,
The Cowsills,
Ten City,
Sister Nancy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
Model 500,
Joe Finger,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ludus,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick May,
Minny Pops,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Nirvana,
Second Layer,
Michelle Simonal,
June of 44,
Juan Atkins,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jeff Lynne,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Techniques,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Peter & Gordon,
Porter Ricks,
The Sound,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
Crash Course in Science,
Brick,
Neil Young,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.