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 Turkmenistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Ronnie Foster to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Young Marble Giants,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
Siglo XX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Banda Bassotti,
The Beau Brummels,
Underground Resistance,
The Names,
Hot Snakes,
Roxette,
Animal Collective,
Unwound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cure,
The Barracudas,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
David Bowie,
Slave,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
The Smiths,
Livin' Joy,
Agitation Free,
The Skatalites,
Index,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ken Boothe,
Radio Birdman,
Steve Hackett,
Tubeway Army,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
The Knickerbockers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Groovy Waters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aloha Tigers,
Camberwell Now,
Derrick Morgan,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tom Boy,
Monolake,
Kas Product,
Agent Orange,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dark Day,
Duran Duran,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.