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 Belgium and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 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 Fela Kuti to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
AZ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
DJ Sneak,
Depeche Mode,
Sun City Girls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Quando Quango,
Minutemen,
Agent Orange,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
Blancmange,
H. Thieme,
Tim Buckley,
Andrew Hill,
Boz Scaggs,
Bizarre Inc.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cal Tjader,
The Doobie Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
Zapp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
Public Enemy,
Skaos,
Electric Prunes,
Cameo,
Tropical Tobacco,
Byron Stingily,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
Jerry's Kids,
Dorothy Ashby,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brothers Johnson,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
Pantaleimon,
Sällskapet,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Whodini,
Talk Talk,
Visage,
Patti Smith,
Deadbeat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.