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 Ghana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Cure to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Soft Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Amon Düül II,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Frankie Knuckles,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Absolute Body Control,
Television Personalities,
The Fugs,
New Order,
Tomorrow,
Fear,
cv313,
Janne Schatter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Interpol,
Los Fastidios,
X-102,
Panda Bear,
The Black Dice,
Eric B and Rakim,
Darondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Minutemen,
Can,
Circle Jerks,
Parry Music,
Marine Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Warren Ellis,
The Martian,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Moebius,
Laurel Aitken,
Camberwell Now,
Erykah Badu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Gories,
Sight & Sound,
Aaron Thompson,
The Skatalites,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Depeche Mode,
The Busters,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
Funky Four + One,
Drive Like Jehu,
Adolescents,
Sällskapet,
Jacob Miller,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Görl,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.