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 Belize and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Toni Rubio to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Associates,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Ornette Coleman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Goldenarms,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Angels of Light,
Liliput,
Essential Logic,
David Axelrod,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Model 500,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fela Kuti,
Glenn Branca,
Minnie Riperton,
Camouflage,
Radiohead,
Dead Boys,
Cybotron,
Massinfluence,
Thee Headcoats,
Donald Byrd,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Radio Birdman,
Funkadelic,
Erykah Badu,
The Pop Group,
Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Stereo Dub,
Simply Red,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
The Happenings,
The Real Kids,
Connie Case,
Lyres,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Wake,
Wings,
Intrusion,
The Flesh Eaters,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
Susan Cadogan,
Danielle Patucci,
Circle Jerks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.