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 Palau and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Frankie Knuckles to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Happenings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fatback Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Marine Girls,
The Slits,
The Moleskins,
Skriet,
Stockholm Monsters,
Leonard Cohen,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fela Kuti,
Sugar Minott,
Eurythmics,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Niagra,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
Gabor Szabo,
Flamin' Groovies,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
the Soft Cell,
Circle Jerks,
Average White Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Idris Muhammad,
Sun Ra,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pierre Henry,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Near,
Gang Green,
the Normal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ossler,
Peter and Kerry,
The Fire Engines,
Reagan Youth,
Scientists,
Oneida,
June Days,
Alphaville,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.