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 Iceland and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Bluetip 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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Graham Central Station 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter & Gordon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Alphaville,
Loose Ends,
Amazonics,
World's Most,
Josef K,
Leonard Cohen,
Connie Case,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sällskapet,
Essential Logic,
Ludus,
X-102,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dead Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Das Ding,
Dawn Penn,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
Stereo Dub,
Rekid,
Danielle Patucci,
Eve St. Jones,
Livin' Joy,
Soft Machine,
Davy DMX,
Franke,
Swans,
Alton Ellis,
Black Moon,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Howard Jones,
Delon & Dalcan,
Liliput,
Sonny Sharrock,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
cv313,
Yazoo,
Arthur Verocai,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
The Dead C,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
Ituana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Basic Channel,
Scratch Acid,
Judy Mowatt,
Rakim,
The Martian,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Starr,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.