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 Cyprus and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
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 organ 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 K-Klass to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Flag,
the Normal,
Eve St. Jones,
Fluxion,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sixth Finger,
Joyce Sims,
Suburban Knight,
Audionom,
Sam Rivers,
Alphaville,
Wasted Youth,
FM Einheit,
John Foxx,
Subhumans,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dead C,
The Kinks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camouflage,
The Modern Lovers,
Lower 48,
Black Moon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Reagan Youth,
Hardrive,
Monolake,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Main Source,
Sun Ra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
T.S.O.L.,
Altered Images,
Lalo Schifrin,
Joy Division,
Brick,
Rakim,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
The Birthday Party,
The Black Dice,
The Grass Roots,
Marmalade,
Average White Band,
The Stooges,
Silicon Teens,
The Cowsills,
the Germs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Names,
Inner City,
Yellowson,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Fad Gadget,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.