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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Tears for Fears to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marvin Gaye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
This Heat,
Hasil Adkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Aswad,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Don Cherry,
Porter Ricks,
Avey Tare,
Shoche,
Duran Duran,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boz Scaggs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
Visage,
Neu!,
Spoonie Gee,
Suicide,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Agitation Free,
Little Man,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Soft Cell,
Laurel Aitken,
New Age Steppers,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
Junior Murvin,
Babytalk,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
EPMD,
Carl Craig,
Ornette Coleman,
The Dirtbombs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Trojans,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Shuggie Otis,
Livin' Joy,
Blake Baxter,
Scrapy,
Robert Hood,
Andrew Hill,
The Searchers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.