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 Ireland and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 rhodes 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 Echospace to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Dennis Brown,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joy Division,
John Holt,
F. McDonald,
Robert Görl,
Jeff Mills,
The Gladiators,
New Order,
Lalo Schifrin,
Thee Headcoats,
Fela Kuti,
Camouflage,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Davy DMX,
Fugazi,
the Normal,
The Moleskins,
KRS-One,
World's Most,
Scrapy,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Age Steppers,
Marvin Gaye,
Fad Gadget,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Dark Day,
Joyce Sims,
ABBA,
The Velvet Underground,
Bush Tetras,
the Association,
Yazoo,
Janne Schatter,
Infiniti,
Isaac Hayes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Easy Going,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
the Slits,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Victims,
The Martian,
Schoolly D,
Clear Light,
The Zeros,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.