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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dead Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
Susan Cadogan,
The Remains,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Womack,
Wings,
Joyce Sims,
The Toasters,
The Doors,
Jesper Dahlback,
Second Layer,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
Inner City,
Wire,
Urselle,
Newcleus,
Minor Threat,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tommy Roe,
Carl Craig,
Motorama,
Nik Kershaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
Reuben Wilson,
OOIOO,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Archie Shepp,
Rosa Yemen,
Interpol,
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip,
Pantytec,
Roxy Music,
Al Stewart,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Audionom,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
June of 44,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.