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 Korea North and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Adolescents,
The Slackers,
Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
Lightning Bolt,
The Toasters,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter and Kerry,
T. Rex,
Peter & Gordon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Last Poets,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
The Associates,
The Wake,
Tears for Fears,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
Dead Boys,
Lalann,
Lou Christie,
Porter Ricks,
Dave Gahan,
Grauzone,
Curtis Mayfield,
The J.B.'s,
Half Japanese,
Johnny Clarke,
The Standells,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
Scientists,
Neil Young,
Alison Limerick,
The Dirtbombs,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Cowsills,
Agitation Free,
Easy Going,
Talk Talk,
Wally Richardson,
Moby Grape,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Foxx,
Joy Division,
Sparks,
Boz Scaggs,
Sexual Harrassment,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.