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 Singapore and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Rakim to the grime 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Aaron Thompson,
Procol Harum,
Television,
Siglo XX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Severed Heads,
The Martian,
Sällskapet,
Pylon,
Janne Schatter,
Black Sheep,
Reuben Wilson,
Thompson Twins,
Jawbox,
Nick Fraelich,
Barbara Tucker,
The Knickerbockers,
Bush Tetras,
T.S.O.L.,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
John Lydon,
These Immortal Souls,
The Electric Prunes,
a-ha,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
JFA,
Lungfish,
Todd Rundgren,
The Motions,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Saints,
The Remains,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7,
Pet Shop Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
The Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
Brothers Johnson,
Altered Images,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonny Sharrock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Idris Muhammad,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alton Ellis,
L. Decosne,
Connie Case,
The Tremeloes,
Graham Central Station,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.