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 Solomon Islands and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 David Bowie to the dance 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Searchers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Stiv Bators,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Terry,
Gang Green,
Erykah Badu,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Hoover,
Black Flag,
Lalann,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
Howard Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
The Red Krayola,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
The Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Surgeon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oblivians,
The Golliwogs,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Human League,
DJ Style,
Make Up,
Quantec,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
Reagan Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eric Copeland,
Mars,
EPMD,
Sugar Minott,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
The Evens,
Scott Walker,
In Retrospect,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.