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 Serbia and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Skriet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Blues Magoos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unrelated Segments,
Audionom,
X-102,
The Saints,
Joey Negro,
Johnny Clarke,
The Blackbyrds,
Accadde A,
The New Christs,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
The Mojo Men,
Pantaleimon,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
Sun Ra,
The Moleskins,
Hot Snakes,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Aaron Thompson,
Slave,
Dark Day,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Blake Baxter,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak,
Harry Pussy,
Juan Atkins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
DJ Sneak,
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
L. Decosne,
the Association,
Chrome,
Sexual Harrassment,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
Stereo Dub,
Freddie Wadling,
Franke,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.