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 Portugal and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erasure to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All This Heat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang of Four,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
Radio Birdman,
Albert Ayler,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
cv313,
Beasts of Bourbon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Talk Talk,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Lakeside,
The Selecter,
The Human League,
Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
LL Cool J,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Gap Band,
Brothers Johnson,
T. Rex,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
This Heat,
Eli Mardock,
Lower 48,
Hardrive,
Drexciya,
Dark Day,
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
KRS-One,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
Rotary Connection,
Monolake,
Black Sheep,
Peter and Kerry,
The Kinks,
Joyce Sims,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.