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 Jamaica and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 Gichy Dan to the rap 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
Aural Exciters,
The Trojans,
Gerry Rafferty,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Litter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gories,
Joey Negro,
Pierre Henry,
Nils Olav,
Television,
Liliput,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bill Wells,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Bronski Beat,
Thompson Twins,
Q65,
Icehouse,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
David Axelrod,
Camouflage,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
CMW,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
The Standells,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
David McCallum,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pagans,
ABBA,
Porter Ricks,
The Tremeloes,
Con Funk Shun,
Iggy Pop,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
Saccharine Trust,
the Association,
The Red Krayola,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
World's Most,
Joe Smooth,
Reagan Youth,
Slave,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fortunes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.