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 Pakistan and from London.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the funk 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Crooked Eye,
The Smoke,
Tropical Tobacco,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Neon Judgement,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
Porter Ricks,
Rites of Spring,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
Rod Modell,
David McCallum,
Quantec,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Aural Exciters,
Sugar Minott,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
Barbara Tucker,
Byron Stingily,
John Lydon,
Organ,
Zapp,
Scan 7,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association,
Warren Ellis,
EPMD,
Joe Smooth,
Pere Ubu,
Nik Kershaw,
Drexciya,
Thee Headcoats,
Sixth Finger,
Tomorrow,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mo-Dettes,
The Gladiators,
These Immortal Souls,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
Blancmange,
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rotary Connection,
Reagan Youth,
Janne Schatter,
Lakeside,
Scott Walker,
Franke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ituana,
Yaz,
Basic Channel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.