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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Babytalk to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nirvana,
Ultra Naté,
Shuggie Otis,
The Evens,
KRS-One,
Byron Stingily,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
Dave Gahan,
Severed Heads,
Todd Rundgren,
Liliput,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eurythmics,
The Real Kids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
David Axelrod,
Sixth Finger,
Motorama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Junior Murvin,
Joensuu 1685,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sound Behaviour,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
R.M.O.,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Gabor Szabo,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ronnie Foster,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Slave,
Kaleidoscope,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soft Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Peter and Kerry,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stetsasonic,
Sonic Youth,
Panda Bear,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Hill,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Mojo Men,
Terry Callier,
Thee Headcoats,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Silicon Teens,
Piero Umiliani,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.