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 Australia and from Houston.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 the Human League to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ludus. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Rekid,
The Angels of Light,
The Invisible,
Los Fastidios,
Wolf Eyes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Severed Heads,
R.M.O.,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DJ Sneak,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Ossler,
Isaac Hayes,
Crime,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sister Nancy,
Soulsonic Force,
John Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Arab on Radar,
Second Layer,
Magma,
Sandy B,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Move,
F. McDonald,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
PIL,
Wire,
The Searchers,
Radiohead,
Tubeway Army,
Grauzone,
The Offenders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Massinfluence,
The Pretty Things,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
Television,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
Country Teasers,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anakelly,
The Slits,
The Victims,
The Busters,
The Sound,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.