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 Japan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Black Sheep to the grime 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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Grauzone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Black Flag,
Radio Birdman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T.S.O.L.,
The Smiths,
Prince Buster,
The Blues Magoos,
Bill Wells,
Quantec,
Cheater Slicks,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
Can,
Skriet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Guru Guru,
Joyce Sims,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Bluetip,
Terry Callier,
Minor Threat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Slits,
The Saints,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythm & Sound,
This Heat,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
Hardrive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
MDC,
Ituana,
Faraquet,
Kerri Chandler,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sound Behaviour,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
Black Sheep,
Deakin,
Wire,
Pagans,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.