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 Germany and from Stockholm.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Ohio Players to the grime 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
Public Enemy,
The Doors,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
The Happenings,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pierre Henry,
Yazoo,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Procol Harum,
The Grass Roots,
Brick,
Rod Modell,
Jawbox,
the Association,
Public Image Ltd.,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
The Five Americans,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Spandau Ballet,
Malaria!,
Sällskapet,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
Minutemen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hot Snakes,
Duran Duran,
Quadrant,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
Absolute Body Control,
Wings,
Mo-Dettes,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
Boredoms,
Derrick Morgan,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
U.S. Maple,
Cybotron,
Marvin Gaye,
Sister Nancy,
The Skatalites,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.