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 Palau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mo-Dettes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Minnie Riperton,
Sugar Minott,
Jeff Mills,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Skatalites,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Leaves,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amazonics,
Bad Manners,
The Slits,
The Barracudas,
Ornette Coleman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Heaven 17,
Gang Gang Dance,
Howard Jones,
The Durutti Column,
Das Ding,
Erasure,
Donald Byrd,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
Agent Orange,
Roy Ayers,
Tubeway Army,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra,
the Human League,
Sound Behaviour,
LL Cool J,
Second Layer,
Tommy Roe,
Camberwell Now,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deakin,
Country Teasers,
Livin' Joy,
The Associates,
Jacob Miller,
H. Thieme,
Scientists,
Letta Mbulu,
Chris Corsano,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Birthday Party,
Rotary Connection,
Skarface,
Animal Collective,
Clear Light,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.