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 Uzbekistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Chris & Cosey to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Black Dice,
Icehouse,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
In Retrospect,
Bizarre Inc.,
Soul II Soul,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gap Band,
Dark Day,
JFA,
Marc Almond,
Flipper,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
Infiniti,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
The Zeros,
Lyres,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roxy Music,
David Axelrod,
Erykah Badu,
Terry Callier,
Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
Radiohead,
Smog,
Subhumans,
Andrew Hill,
Fela Kuti,
Nick Fraelich,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Los Fastidios,
Chrome,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Susan Cadogan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pet Shop Boys,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
Dennis Brown,
Funkadelic,
Alison Limerick,
Index,
Aloha Tigers,
Inner City,
New York Dolls,
Rites of Spring,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
The Smiths,
Y Pants,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.