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 Bahrain and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 organ 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 Erykah Badu to the grime 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
X-102,
Lungfish,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Darondo,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
Quadrant,
Radiopuhelimet,
Q and Not U,
Rosa Yemen,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bizarre Inc.,
Leonard Cohen,
the Normal,
Boz Scaggs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Blossom Toes,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
cv313,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
John Cale,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
ABC,
Quantec,
John Holt,
Pole,
Traffic Nightmare,
Idris Muhammad,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
Rakim,
The Litter,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Fraelich,
Arthur Verocai,
Aural Exciters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
La Düsseldorf,
Sister Nancy,
Rotary Connection,
Cal Tjader,
Japan,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
Sexual Harrassment,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Warsaw,
Ponytail,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Christie,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.