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 Eritrea and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Simply Red to the dance 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
AZ,
Joe Smooth,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalann,
Boredoms,
Silicon Teens,
Stereo Dub,
Pagans,
Glambeats Corp.,
MDC,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
Mark Hollis,
the Bar-Kays,
The Evens,
Subhumans,
Warsaw,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
The Sonics,
Reuben Wilson,
Banda Bassotti,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moebius,
Max Romeo,
Godley & Creme,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Glenn Branca,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
Suburban Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Eddi Front,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gichy Dan,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Hill,
Todd Terry,
Gang Gang Dance,
DJ Style,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
Jerry's Kids,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Public Image Ltd.,
Simply Red,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.