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 Afghanistan and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Yusef Lateef to the grunge 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Anakelly,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lyres,
Severed Heads,
Carl Craig,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Brick,
Ice-T,
The Durutti Column,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Electric Prunes,
The Pretty Things,
Bill Near,
Trumans Water,
Subhumans,
Black Pus,
Mars,
Wire,
The Index,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
Schoolly D,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
Flipper,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
Jandek,
Yellowson,
Derrick May,
Funkadelic,
MC5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
D'Angelo,
Black Bananas,
Guru Guru,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sound,
New Age Steppers,
cv313,
Dave Gahan,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
Ronnie Foster,
Siglo XX,
Jeff Mills,
Glenn Branca,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
Skriet,
Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby, Dorothy Ashby.
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.