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 Malaysia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eli Mardock to the rap 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Minor Threat,
DJ Style,
Terrestrial Tones,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
Magma,
Gerry Rafferty,
X-102,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ossler,
Public Enemy,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Residents,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
Chris & Cosey,
The Vogues,
The Grass Roots,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Underground Resistance,
Brick,
Eric Dolphy,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
Minnie Riperton,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Victims,
The Motions,
Sixth Finger,
The Mummies,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
Drexciya,
the Swans,
Minny Pops,
The Last Poets,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stiv Bators,
Technova,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
Angry Samoans,
New Age Steppers,
The Trojans,
Altered Images,
Arab on Radar,
Jandek,
Byron Stingily,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yazoo,
DNA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Freddie Wadling,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.