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 Tanzania and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Move to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All The Invisible tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James White and The Blacks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
Eden Ahbez,
Rakim,
The Evens,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Darondo,
John Foxx,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sun Ra,
The Martian,
Laurel Aitken,
Tommy Roe,
The Monks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pantytec,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
The Sound,
Altered Images,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harmonia,
Schoolly D,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Neil Young,
Camberwell Now,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visage,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Metal Thangz,
KRS-One,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
The Techniques,
Josef K,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mo-Dettes,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Goldenarms,
Dave Gahan,
Bobby Sherman,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Pantaleimon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Moss Icon,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.