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 Liberia and from Milan.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Tubeway Army tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Flipper,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Juan Atkins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Black Bananas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Associates,
Khruangbin,
The Remains,
ABC,
cv313,
Connie Case,
Neu!,
Q and Not U,
E-Dancer,
UT,
The Monochrome Set,
Pylon,
The Fortunes,
Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Camberwell Now,
The New Christs,
Sugar Minott,
Alton Ellis,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Hoover,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fire Engines,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Darondo,
June Days,
Excepter,
Reagan Youth,
The Pop Group,
Joyce Sims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Surgeon,
The Fuzztones,
Dave Gahan,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
The Happenings,
Brass Construction,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
The Gun Club,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.