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 Moldova and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gang Green to the crunk 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 The Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Altered Images record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Danielle Patucci record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Joe Smooth,
Faust,
David Bowie,
Erykah Badu,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Slits,
Boredoms,
The Monks,
Fear,
Circle Jerks,
Lebanon Hanover,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deakin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace,
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fat Boys,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bobby Womack,
The Young Rascals,
Wasted Youth,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Accadde A,
Graham Central Station,
The New Christs,
Marc Almond,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bauhaus,
Roger Hodgson,
The Flesh Eaters,
John Lydon,
Banda Bassotti,
Skarface,
Pantaleimon,
The Sonics,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
The Remains,
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.