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 Canada and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Moss Icon to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Nik Kershaw,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Skarface,
Rosa Yemen,
Urselle,
The Sonics,
Eden Ahbez,
B.T. Express,
In Retrospect,
Amazonics,
Ronan,
The Blackbyrds,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scan 7,
Robert Hood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scrapy,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
Gang Green,
Kerri Chandler,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Count Five,
Talk Talk,
Yazoo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Loose Ends,
MC5,
Khruangbin,
Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
Sarah Menescal,
Boz Scaggs,
Bush Tetras,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Zapp,
Aloha Tigers,
Prince Buster,
Quando Quango,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
The Tremeloes,
Radiohead,
Graham Central Station,
Pierre Henry,
Blossom Toes,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.