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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Camberwell Now to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Dead C,
Half Japanese,
Eric B and Rakim,
Visage,
the Fania All-Stars,
Massinfluence,
Arcadia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yazoo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
Spoonie Gee,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gastr Del Sol,
DJ Style,
Can,
Neil Young,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultravox,
Bauhaus,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
B.T. Express,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Moon,
Dead Boys,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sister Nancy,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
The Smiths,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Ken Boothe,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke,
Aural Exciters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Birthday Party,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Reed,
Ludus,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.