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 Madagascar and from Manila.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sällskapet to the disco 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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABC,
The Star Department,
Oblivians,
Shoche,
Janne Schatter,
EPMD,
The Motions,
Zapp,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cowsills,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Young Rascals,
The J.B.'s,
Man Parrish,
June of 44,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
These Immortal Souls,
The New Christs,
Qualms,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Near,
Mo-Dettes,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tim Buckley,
Excepter,
Deakin,
The Raincoats,
Electric Light Orchestra,
a-ha,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blackbyrds,
Simply Red,
Pierre Henry,
Black Pus,
Aaron Thompson,
Metal Thangz,
Donald Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
The Wake,
Marmalade,
Joyce Sims,
Absolute Body Control,
Yazoo,
The Pretty Things,
Frankie Knuckles,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Roxy Music,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Golliwogs,
ABBA,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.