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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Salvador.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Black Dice to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Circle Jerks,
Radiohead,
Pantytec,
U.S. Maple,
Lakeside,
Nas,
Surgeon,
Arcadia,
Eric Copeland,
Ultravox,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Star Department,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flash Fearless,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace,
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
Al Stewart,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Todd Terry,
Animal Collective,
Yellowson,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
Black Sheep,
Eli Mardock,
the Germs,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
Morten Harket,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
Brass Construction,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pretty Things,
Darondo,
Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Erykah Badu,
Young Marble Giants,
Matthew Bourne,
the Normal,
Mo-Dettes,
Max Romeo,
The Neon Judgement,
Symarip,
Stetsasonic,
The Toasters,
Suicide,
Terry Callier,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.