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 Liberia and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Cal Tjader to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All the Association tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
Pagans,
Sixth Finger,
Bob Dylan,
The Happenings,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
T.S.O.L.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
Ronnie Foster,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Darondo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
Aaron Thompson,
Davy DMX,
Saccharine Trust,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
Moby Grape,
The Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
Masters at Work,
The Smoke,
Desert Stars,
X-102,
Tubeway Army,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
Sound Behaviour,
Trumans Water,
Lebanon Hanover,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
Warsaw,
LL Cool J,
Magazine,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ken Boothe,
The Vogues,
Ornette Coleman,
Carl Craig,
Oneida,
Eli Mardock,
Black Flag,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.