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 Mozambique and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fall to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Aural Exciters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Five Americans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Soft Machine,
Supertramp,
Ten City,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Swans,
Lungfish,
Delta 5,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Mills,
Depeche Mode,
Charles Mingus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Lydon,
Don Cherry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Matthew Bourne,
Accadde A,
the Bar-Kays,
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
Bluetip,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
Brass Construction,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Inner City,
Tomorrow,
Chris Corsano,
New Order,
The Doobie Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Minutemen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Vainqueur,
The Wake,
Radiohead,
Kurtis Blow,
the Sonics,
Pussy Galore,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Robert Hood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.