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 Egypt and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Japan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
The Dead C,
The Real Kids,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sound,
Deepchord,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Trumans Water,
Stiv Bators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Silicon Teens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Bourne,
Icehouse,
Agitation Free,
Radio Birdman,
Royal Trux,
Mission of Burma,
Gang Gang Dance,
China Crisis,
Toni Rubio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alice Coltrane,
Darondo,
Marc Almond,
Man Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yaz,
Essential Logic,
Joy Division,
DJ Sneak,
Ponytail,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Popol Vuh,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
Wings,
Depeche Mode,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Young Rascals,
The Gladiators,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Golliwogs,
New Order,
Bobby Byrd,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ornette Coleman,
cv313,
Mo-Dettes,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.