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 Guatemala and from Manchester.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Josef K to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Duran Duran,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
Index,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ludus,
Altered Images,
Bootsy Collins,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Aloha Tigers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Lydon,
Au Pairs,
Brothers Johnson,
Mandrill,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
The Happenings,
Thompson Twins,
Robert Hood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Toasters,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
Simply Red,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Barracudas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fugazi,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eli Mardock,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
Wings,
The Remains,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O.,
LL Cool J,
Underground Resistance,
Surgeon,
Arthur Verocai,
Oblivians,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
Can,
Pagans,
Sparks,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.