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 Solomon Islands and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Quantec to the dance 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zero Boys,
Infiniti,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Crash Course in Science,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television,
Mark Hollis,
B.T. Express,
Oneida,
Shoche,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
Max Romeo,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Glenn Branca,
The Fortunes,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
Visage,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
Ten City,
The Remains,
Skarface,
Soul II Soul,
Royal Trux,
Nick Fraelich,
Neil Young,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Durutti Column,
Lindisfarne,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
Ponytail,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
the Germs,
Tres Demented,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.