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 Burkina and from New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 The Selecter to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Bananas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
LL Cool J,
Slave,
Kas Product,
Youth Brigade,
Rosa Yemen,
Desert Stars,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
Infiniti,
Dave Gahan,
Derrick May,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
Aaron Thompson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sight & Sound,
ABBA,
The Shadows of Knight,
John Coltrane,
Echospace,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
Minutemen,
Juan Atkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Little Man,
Ten City,
Livin' Joy,
Surgeon,
David McCallum,
Adolescents,
Lungfish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Sam Rivers,
Essential Logic,
Agent Orange,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Knickerbockers,
Moebius,
Sex Pistols,
Marvin Gaye,
Nas,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mummies,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dead Boys,
Accadde A,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
The Durutti Column,
DJ Sneak,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.