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 Egypt and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Kenny Larkin to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
Depeche Mode,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
The Associates,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
The Seeds,
Leonard Cohen,
Barrington Levy,
Magazine,
The Residents,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fugs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Starr,
Los Fastidios,
Kas Product,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Section 25,
Minor Threat,
Niagra,
DJ Sneak,
Darondo,
Aloha Tigers,
The Kinks,
Jeff Mills,
John Lydon,
Erykah Badu,
Black Pus,
Cluster,
Tubeway Army,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
Ludus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Holt,
Newcleus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
Dark Day,
Crash Course in Science,
Unwound,
Public Enemy,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
FM Einheit,
Yusef Lateef,
Sonny Sharrock,
Juan Atkins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.