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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
The Cure,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Marine Girls,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonny Sharrock,
Patti Smith,
Bluetip,
Crime,
Subhumans,
PIL,
Bad Manners,
Cecil Taylor,
The Durutti Column,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Harmonia,
Althea and Donna,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Dave Gahan,
Janne Schatter,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mr. Review,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
Harry Pussy,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
The Zeros,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
Kas Product,
David Axelrod,
Boz Scaggs,
Traffic Nightmare,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joy Division,
Wally Richardson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Loose Ends,
EPMD,
Sandy B,
10cc,
The Smiths,
E-Dancer,
Bush Tetras,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Gladiators,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.