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 Venezuela and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Alton Ellis to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
Connie Case,
Chrome,
Bill Wells,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed,
The Cure,
Davy DMX,
The Busters,
Marmalade,
Gang of Four,
Black Pus,
New Order,
a-ha,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
Yellowson,
Talk Talk,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Ice-T,
Curtis Mayfield,
Laurel Aitken,
John Holt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Negative Approach,
Liliput,
The Litter,
Procol Harum,
U.S. Maple,
Kevin Saunderson,
Radiohead,
Flipper,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nils Olav,
Max Romeo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
The United States of America,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mo-Dettes,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hoover,
Amazonics,
Minny Pops,
Basic Channel,
Patti Smith,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang On A Can,
Dead Boys,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Saccharine Trust,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Rundgren,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.