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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes 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 Derrick Morgan to the disco 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Chris & Cosey,
The Sonics,
La Düsseldorf,
Pere Ubu,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott,
Lyres,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
John Holt,
Inner City,
Scratch Acid,
The Wake,
The Evens,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
The Dead C,
The Martian,
Jandek,
the Soft Cell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
Don Cherry,
Animal Collective,
Monolake,
Faraquet,
The Techniques,
Sixth Finger,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thompson Twins,
The Red Krayola,
Panda Bear,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeru the Damaja,
The J.B.'s,
Altered Images,
Faust,
Guru Guru,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lee Hazlewood,
OOIOO,
This Heat,
Toni Rubio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Scott Walker,
Mad Mike,
Angry Samoans,
the Human League,
Blossom Toes,
Scan 7,
Desert Stars,
Tom Boy,
Half Japanese,
The Doors,
Joey Negro,
Eric Dolphy,
Bang On A Can,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.