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 Fiji and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gang Starr to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Saints,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fuzztones,
cv313,
The Selecter,
Half Japanese,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
Moebius,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
Moby Grape,
Janne Schatter,
Eric Copeland,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swell Maps,
Inner City,
Pierre Henry,
Rotary Connection,
Guru Guru,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
John Foxx,
Sparks,
Lalann,
The Divine Comedy,
The Sound,
Pere Ubu,
The Kinks,
Ituana,
Alton Ellis,
X-102,
The American Breed,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Babytalk,
Dennis Brown,
Anthony Braxton,
The New Christs,
E-Dancer,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scrapy,
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget,
Nick Fraelich,
10cc,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
CMW,
Sixth Finger,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
Zapp,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
Intrusion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Connie Case,
In Retrospect,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.