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 Luxembourg and from Toronto.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 snare 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 Reuben Wilson to the rap 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion 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?
Blancmange,
Erasure,
Roger Hodgson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Motions,
Swell Maps,
Swans,
Graham Central Station,
Rosa Yemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
AZ,
Inner City,
Minor Threat,
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
Fugazi,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
Loose Ends,
Eli Mardock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Blossom Toes,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Amon Düül,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Blues Magoos,
Clear Light,
Freddie Wadling,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lower 48,
Eve St. Jones,
Television Personalities,
Cybotron,
The United States of America,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
Henry Cow,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Dead C,
Ponytail,
Massinfluence,
Angry Samoans,
Drexciya,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.