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 Syria and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Wasted Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker + Sunn O))) tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
ABBA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
Sandy B,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
Accadde A,
Avey Tare,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jandek,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fortunes,
Qualms,
Glenn Branca,
Public Enemy,
Crispian St. Peters,
FM Einheit,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
The Black Dice,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Zero Boys,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
A Certain Ratio,
The Wake,
Lower 48,
Minor Threat,
Deadbeat,
Guru Guru,
Subhumans,
New Order,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Grauzone,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vladislav Delay,
The Toasters,
Mo-Dettes,
Slick Rick,
Thompson Twins,
Blancmange,
the Normal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Moby Grape,
The Golliwogs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.