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 Benin and from London.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Kenny Larkin to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mummies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
Tubeway Army,
Quadrant,
MDC,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rod Modell,
Moebius,
8 Eyed Spy,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Happenings,
The Busters,
Neil Young,
Dawn Penn,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Saints,
Aural Exciters,
Sun City Girls,
New York Dolls,
Graham Central Station,
Bad Manners,
Sound Behaviour,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Infiniti,
Harmonia,
Minny Pops,
Simply Red,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sight & Sound,
The Slits,
Anthony Braxton,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
Robert Görl,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blues Magoos,
Brick,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
Yaz,
Dennis Brown,
Barry Ungar,
Soulsonic Force,
Gregory Isaacs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.