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 Bhutan and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Litter to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Alton Ellis,
Eli Mardock,
ABBA,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
Eric B and Rakim,
Carl Craig,
Half Japanese,
Gang Green,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
Bill Near,
Simply Red,
Tom Boy,
Suburban Knight,
Rufus Thomas,
Newcleus,
Tears for Fears,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Dorothy Ashby,
Quadrant,
Davy DMX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
the Germs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Association,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
The Mojo Men,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
The Five Americans,
Derrick May,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Swans,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pere Ubu,
Al Stewart,
Hasil Adkins,
Monks,
The Star Department,
Second Layer,
Niagra,
Marc Almond,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crash Course in Science,
Blancmange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.