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 Namibia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Subhumans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Section 25 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Grass Roots,
Man Eating Sloth,
Inner City,
Slave,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
Lungfish,
Altered Images,
Suicide,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Eli Mardock,
The Gun Club,
Scan 7,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
cv313,
R.M.O.,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
L. Decosne,
Public Image Ltd.,
Organ,
Isaac Hayes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television,
Black Pus,
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
Popol Vuh,
Dave Gahan,
The Selecter,
The Angels of Light,
The Alarm Clocks,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alice Coltrane,
X-101,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Derrick Morgan,
Todd Terry,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Essential Logic,
Anakelly,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills,
Masters at Work,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
The United States of America,
KRS-One,
The Dead C,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.