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 St Lucia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Mummies to the crunk 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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bauhaus,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pierre Henry,
DNA,
Althea and Donna,
the Swans,
the Association,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
John Cale,
The Sound,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
Throbbing Gristle,
Marvin Gaye,
Kool Moe Dee,
Drive Like Jehu,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chrome,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
The Fugs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Move,
Crash Course in Science,
Ice-T,
The Raincoats,
Toni Rubio,
Dark Day,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sonic Youth,
The Moody Blues,
Harmonia,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Dave Gahan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fad Gadget,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
Soulsonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Hoover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.