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 Niger and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Alphaville to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
The Mummies,
Crime,
Tommy Roe,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bootsy Collins,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Hashim,
The Techniques,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Basic Channel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Television Personalities,
Underground Resistance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Five Americans,
Suburban Knight,
The Knickerbockers,
Dead Boys,
Josef K,
Slave,
Black Sheep,
Bronski Beat,
Royal Trux,
Junior Murvin,
Y Pants,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
Wire,
Section 25,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Litter,
Eric Copeland,
Matthew Halsall,
Roxy Music,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
New Age Steppers,
A Certain Ratio,
Danielle Patucci,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronnie Foster,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Scientists,
Todd Terry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.