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 Saudi Arabia 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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 DJ Sneak to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Aswad,
Warsaw,
The Gladiators,
Donny Hathaway,
Lower 48,
The Leaves,
Wolf Eyes,
Flash Fearless,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
Dave Gahan,
One Last Wish,
Tim Buckley,
Fear,
Bobby Womack,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Finger,
Crime,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt,
Nils Olav,
Das Ding,
Hot Snakes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Moebius,
Neu!,
Scan 7,
Peter & Gordon,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
Rod Modell,
Aaron Thompson,
Erykah Badu,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stetsasonic,
Little Man,
Lungfish,
New Age Steppers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Johnny Clarke,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
E-Dancer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Rufus Thomas,
Ponytail,
Loose Ends,
Harmonia,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
Ohio Players,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.