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 Tajikistan and from New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Donny Hathaway to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
the Soft Cell,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
Jawbox,
Soulsonic Force,
Tres Demented,
The Raincoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Graham Central Station,
Throbbing Gristle,
Von Mondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sound Behaviour,
Hoover,
Tears for Fears,
Nas,
Jandek,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Country Teasers,
Second Layer,
Suicide,
The Gories,
Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Vladislav Delay,
Swans,
Ultra Naté,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Erasure,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Golliwogs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Section 25,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
JFA,
Porter Ricks,
Inner City,
R.M.O.,
The Searchers,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Whodini,
Das Ding,
Eric B and Rakim,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DJ Style,
The Leaves,
Funky Four + One,
Sonic Youth,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.