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 Guyana and from Lille.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the crunk 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Five Americans,
Black Pus,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Green,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bootsy Collins,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
Bush Tetras,
Donny Hathaway,
EPMD,
Yellowson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The United States of America,
Robert Görl,
Franke,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Fat Boys,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Offenders,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
Prince Buster,
Y Pants,
Sun Ra,
Banda Bassotti,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tommy Roe,
The Birthday Party,
New Order,
Accadde A,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
Gil Scott Heron,
Pantaleimon,
Alphaville,
UT,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bang On A Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Das Ding,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rekid,
Mo-Dettes,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.