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 Denmark and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brick to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains 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 a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jacob Miller,
The Saints,
Byron Stingily,
R.M.O.,
Moebius,
UT,
Interpol,
Dave Gahan,
Roxette,
The Sound,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
The Star Department,
The Leaves,
Radiopuhelimet,
Drive Like Jehu,
48th St. Collective,
New York Dolls,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
This Heat,
China Crisis,
Rakim,
Jandek,
Lou Reed,
Boredoms,
The Fugs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
The Mummies,
Lyres,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Neu!,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
Nas,
Funkadelic,
Buzzcocks,
Fat Boys,
Babytalk,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Sheep,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
The Red Krayola,
Second Layer,
The Doobie Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
Lebanon Hanover,
Surgeon,
Au Pairs,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.