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 Singapore and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Philadelphia.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Visage to the dance 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy,
Adolescents,
The Dead C,
The Zeros,
Sonic Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Talk Talk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Warren Ellis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scan 7,
Amazonics,
Cymande,
Connie Case,
Liliput,
Au Pairs,
Hot Snakes,
Khruangbin,
Bill Near,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smoke,
Dennis Brown,
Underground Resistance,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lower 48,
Aaron Thompson,
Hardrive,
Iggy Pop,
Peter & Gordon,
Patti Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Dolphy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jerry's Kids,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nico,
Franke,
Tropical Tobacco,
Maleditus Sound,
Eddi Front,
Oneida,
Sonny Sharrock,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
Judy Mowatt,
Yusef Lateef,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
Theoretical Girls,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
Pere Ubu,
Model 500,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.