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 Turkmenistan and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 10cc to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Danielle Patucci. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Amazonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Quantec,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
The Gap Band,
Mars,
Quadrant,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Procol Harum,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Davy DMX,
Echospace,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
The Birthday Party,
The Remains,
Tom Boy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Buckinghams,
Neu!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Suburban Knight,
Severed Heads,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare,
MDC,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tubeway Army,
Chrome,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Suicide,
Pagans,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Maleditus Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
The Happenings,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Eric Dolphy,
Barry Ungar,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joy Division,
Pantytec,
Charles Mingus,
L. Decosne,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
Stetsasonic,
Jacques Brel,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.