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 Thailand and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Marc Almond to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
The Cowsills,
Gabor Szabo,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Byrd,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Idris Muhammad,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
Drexciya,
Radio Birdman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Skriet,
Minutemen,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
Warren Ellis,
Black Moon,
Jawbox,
A Certain Ratio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Royal Trux,
Frankie Knuckles,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Das Ding,
Quantec,
Quadrant,
Hashim,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fall,
the Human League,
Urselle,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Slackers,
DJ Style,
R.M.O.,
Rosa Yemen,
D'Angelo,
Livin' Joy,
Scratch Acid,
Prince Buster,
Arcadia,
Soulsonic Force,
the Normal,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.