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 Algeria and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Mary Jane Girls to the dance 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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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 Sonics,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
ABC,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Minor Threat,
The Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bronski Beat,
June of 44,
the Bar-Kays,
Marmalade,
Blossom Toes,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jimmy McGriff,
Franke,
Dave Gahan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Joey Negro,
Silicon Teens,
The Blackbyrds,
The Dirtbombs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
Procol Harum,
Eve St. Jones,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Interpol,
Pierre Henry,
the Association,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Warsaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cameo,
the Soft Cell,
Smog,
The Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Schoolly D,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aural Exciters,
Scan 7,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Kinks,
DJ Sneak,
Connie Case,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.