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 Moldova and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
John Holt,
the Germs,
The Grass Roots,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
New Age Steppers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
John Cale,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Eden Ahbez,
Deepchord,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mojo Men,
the Sonics,
Motorama,
The Cowsills,
The Detroit Cobras,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cheater Slicks,
Liliput,
Rufus Thomas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spoonie Gee,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
Tomorrow,
Roger Hodgson,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
Harmonia,
DJ Style,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
Joe Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Con Funk Shun,
The Mummies,
Desert Stars,
U.S. Maple,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Junior Murvin,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
Warsaw,
Oneida,
Negative Approach,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.