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 Thailand and from Delhi.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 La Düsseldorf to the electroclash 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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Sonics,
Duran Duran,
Fugazi,
Gichy Dan,
Fear,
Bill Near,
Eurythmics,
Althea and Donna,
Second Layer,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
The Buckinghams,
Spandau Ballet,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
Maurizio,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
The Kinks,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nils Olav,
Jandek,
Swans,
Heaven 17,
Rosa Yemen,
The Wake,
Sam Rivers,
K-Klass,
Jesper Dahlback,
Derrick May,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
Gang Starr,
The Gap Band,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soul II Soul,
Sparks,
Dead Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
DJ Style,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
Clear Light,
Monolake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Metal Thangz,
Suburban Knight,
Make Up,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
Vladislav Delay,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.