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 Iraq and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Agitation Free,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
Scion,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eric Dolphy,
Byron Stingily,
Oblivians,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Malaria!,
Negative Approach,
Ronan,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders,
Curtis Mayfield,
Smog,
Freddie Wadling,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Charles Mingus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Essential Logic,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
The J.B.'s,
Michelle Simonal,
Flipper,
Marc Almond,
World's Most,
Chrome,
FM Einheit,
The Busters,
Hoover,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Stetsasonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
One Last Wish,
Moebius,
Sixth Finger,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Clear Light,
Nirvana,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Sarah Menescal,
Grauzone,
DJ Sneak,
F. McDonald,
Thompson Twins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The United States of America,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.