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 Croatia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 The Wake to the techno 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Supertramp,
Morten Harket,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
China Crisis,
Aswad,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
Cymande,
Tears for Fears,
Bill Near,
The Slackers,
Black Pus,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
The Residents,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scrapy,
Von Mondo,
Eddi Front,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Can,
This Heat,
Model 500,
The Knickerbockers,
Alton Ellis,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Animal Collective,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dawn Penn,
Procol Harum,
Black Bananas,
Das Ding,
Donald Byrd,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flipper,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Searchers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
The Golliwogs,
The Fuzztones,
Bobbi Humphrey,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
The Real Kids,
Motorama,
Infiniti,
T. Rex,
Faust,
Drexciya,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smiths,
Robert Görl,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.