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 the UAE and from Winnipeg.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rekid to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Talk Talk,
Country Teasers,
Monks,
Joyce Sims,
The Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
Neil Young,
Suicide,
Kurtis Blow,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Malaria!,
Nik Kershaw,
Shuggie Otis,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suburban Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Television Personalities,
Lucky Dragons,
The United States of America,
Radiohead,
Sam Rivers,
Adolescents,
One Last Wish,
Thee Headcoats,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Certain Ratio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
Dawn Penn,
ABC,
Magma,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Inner City,
Wolf Eyes,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
Von Mondo,
The Offenders,
Roxy Music,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Reuben Wilson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.