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 Denmark and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 David Bowie 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 Heaven 17 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sexual Harrassment,
The Count Five,
Piero Umiliani,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Misunderstood,
The Busters,
Bob Dylan,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Cell,
Nas,
Aloha Tigers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
ABC,
Bill Wells,
Chrome,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
Mission of Burma,
In Retrospect,
Gichy Dan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Monolake,
Ossler,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
Cheater Slicks,
The Angels of Light,
Gil Scott Heron,
Silicon Teens,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
Royal Trux,
MC5,
Porter Ricks,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Livin' Joy,
Ten City,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Erasure,
Henry Cow,
The Doors,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Martian,
The Remains,
Jesper Dahlback,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ronan,
Pantytec,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
Jeru the Damaja,
K-Klass,
Derrick May,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.