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 Turkey and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Lou Reed 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Henry Cow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
James White and The Blacks,
Josef K,
Brothers Johnson,
Cymande,
Pantytec,
Nas,
Scion,
cv313,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liliput,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
Porter Ricks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sandy B,
Visage,
10cc,
The Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Chrome,
AZ,
Mission of Burma,
Essential Logic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
Kayak,
The Slits,
Pierre Henry,
Derrick May,
Bauhaus,
The Busters,
The Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Ten City,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Association,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yellowson,
Ornette Coleman,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
The Raincoats,
Joe Smooth,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bob Dylan,
Chris & Cosey,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.