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 San Marino and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the organ 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 Bush Tetras to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Crime,
MC5,
Yaz,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
The Saints,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
Swans,
The Sonics,
Spoonie Gee,
Anakelly,
Monolake,
The Electric Prunes,
Black Bananas,
Roy Ayers,
Eurythmics,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Smoke,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
Visage,
Von Mondo,
Essential Logic,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Bauhaus,
The Detroit Cobras,
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
Eric Copeland,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gories,
Quantec,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Moleskins,
Tres Demented,
Erasure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
U.S. Maple,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.