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 Mali and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kayak to the dance 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Gabor Szabo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
Mr. Review,
Sparks,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
Das Ding,
Eurythmics,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
Los Fastidios,
Boz Scaggs,
Metal Thangz,
The Gun Club,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
ABC,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Henry Cow,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Dead Boys,
T. Rex,
Harry Pussy,
Can,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
the Soft Cell,
Yaz,
Carl Craig,
Godley & Creme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Swell Maps,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wire,
Pantytec,
Roger Hodgson,
Saccharine Trust,
Lungfish,
New Order,
Slick Rick,
Franke,
Radiohead,
Vainqueur,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Fuzztones,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
David McCallum,
Interpol,
Black Bananas,
U.S. Maple,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.