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 Sweden and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe 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 Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Adolescents,
Fela Kuti,
The Durutti Column,
The Slits,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
Faraquet,
Kas Product,
Deepchord,
EPMD,
Flipper,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter and Kerry,
Sight & Sound,
Eurythmics,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Almond,
Alphaville,
The Motions,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alison Limerick,
Suicide,
Brick,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dead Boys,
Ohio Players,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Goldenarms,
Avey Tare,
MC5,
Jacob Miller,
The Cramps,
Junior Murvin,
Visage,
X-102,
Glenn Branca,
Robert Görl,
China Crisis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Little Man,
the Human League,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Carl Craig,
The Velvet Underground,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.