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 Haiti and from Bremen.
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 Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pole to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
Public Enemy,
The Skatalites,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tubeway Army,
Toni Rubio,
Darondo,
The Moleskins,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
Soulsonic Force,
Ultravox,
Tommy Roe,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Hot Snakes,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
The Monks,
The Real Kids,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
Hardrive,
Josef K,
Groovy Waters,
Masters at Work,
Minny Pops,
kango's stein massive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Essential Logic,
Faraquet,
Easy Going,
Mary Jane Girls,
ABC,
Lungfish,
Yazoo,
Black Pus,
The Smoke,
DJ Style,
X-Ray Spex,
Donald Byrd,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Section 25,
The American Breed,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Amazonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sällskapet,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Zeros,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.