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 Sri Lanka and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fela Kuti to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
10cc,
June Days,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mars,
Infiniti,
The Cramps,
Bronski Beat,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Aloha Tigers,
Banda Bassotti,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Max Romeo,
The Residents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dead C,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stereo Dub,
The Litter,
Magazine,
The Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
ABC,
Hardrive,
Idris Muhammad,
Yazoo,
Peter & Gordon,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Jeff Mills,
Parry Music,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Fall,
The Fuzztones,
Lebanon Hanover,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cameo,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
Funky Four + One,
The Slackers,
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
Pet Shop Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Kinks,
Porter Ricks,
Bad Manners,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Robert Hood,
Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends, Loose Ends.
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.