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 Congo and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Aloha Tigers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
L. Decosne,
Erasure,
Malaria!,
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
Simply Red,
Moss Icon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Organ,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
Deakin,
The Moody Blues,
OOIOO,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
Pagans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
June of 44,
Nation of Ulysses,
Minny Pops,
The Monks,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
Bob Dylan,
Patti Smith,
Radio Birdman,
Rapeman,
Robert Hood,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
Kaleidoscope,
Erykah Badu,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Christie,
Gregory Isaacs,
Hardrive,
Jeff Lynne,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
X-Ray Spex,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
The Searchers,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
The Real Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.