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 Iceland and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 arpeggiator 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 Black Sheep to the dance 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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mad Mike 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Blackbyrds,
Quantec,
The Gories,
Peter and Kerry,
Kas Product,
KRS-One,
The Sonics,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Fela Kuti,
Nirvana,
Todd Rundgren,
Unwound,
Tim Buckley,
Kerri Chandler,
Accadde A,
Suburban Knight,
the Germs,
The Modern Lovers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Susan Cadogan,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
Supertramp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Technova,
Franke,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
Dead Boys,
Sight & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Blake Baxter,
Jacques Brel,
Ossler,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Coltrane,
Johnny Osbourne,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
Shoche,
David McCallum,
OOIOO,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
Minny Pops,
Stetsasonic,
Mad Mike,
The Black Dice,
PIL,
Infiniti,
Bootsy Collins,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joe Finger,
The Happenings,
Goldenarms,
Marc Almond,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Agent Orange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.