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 Honduras and from Paris.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
The Toasters,
Sugar Minott,
The Fall,
Amon Düül II,
Sound Behaviour,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
Adolescents,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
Soulsonic Force,
Radiopuhelimet,
Prince Buster,
Terry Callier,
Liliput,
Eli Mardock,
Suburban Knight,
The Offenders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Dead C,
Vainqueur,
Animal Collective,
The Litter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Wake,
Bang On A Can,
Black Pus,
the Slits,
Sister Nancy,
X-102,
Skriet,
Scientists,
Von Mondo,
Tom Boy,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Gap Band,
Roger Hodgson,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
Babytalk,
CMW,
Brothers Johnson,
Harmonia,
The Cramps,
Rapeman,
Cameo,
the Sonics,
Kurtis Blow,
Amon Düül,
Jacques Brel,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.