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 Turkmenistan and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stereo Dub to the jazz 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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
Aloha Tigers,
Patti Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Pulsallama,
Morten Harket,
Talk Talk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Visage,
DNA,
Supertramp,
Easy Going,
Piero Umiliani,
Magma,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Henry Cow,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Rapeman,
Arab on Radar,
Can,
ABBA,
the Human League,
John Cale,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
Crime,
The Grass Roots,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Mr. Review,
Radio Birdman,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Infiniti,
Slave,
EPMD,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Wings,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter and Kerry,
The Offenders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Anakelly,
Moby Grape,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.