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 Seychelles and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Erasure to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Underground Resistance,
Cameo,
Audionom,
Little Man,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skriet,
The Wake,
Lakeside,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Negative Approach,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
Kaleidoscope,
Wally Richardson,
Bang On A Can,
Mission of Burma,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sandy B,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Terry,
Pantytec,
Parry Music,
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Real Kids,
Lalann,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Pretty Things,
T.S.O.L.,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
Unrelated Segments,
Soft Cell,
The Fire Engines,
New Age Steppers,
Soft Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Blake Baxter,
AZ,
Harpers Bizarre,
Janne Schatter,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
Procol Harum,
Nils Olav,
Big Daddy Kane,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.