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 Nauru and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 Bremen and Jakarta.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Curtis Mayfield to the rock 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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Fortunes,
Idris Muhammad,
Wire,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pet Shop Boys,
Sällskapet,
Icehouse,
Slick Rick,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
Theoretical Girls,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gregory Isaacs,
Swans,
Yaz,
Roxy Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
10cc,
Roxette,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joyce Sims,
Hot Snakes,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Carl Craig,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter & Gordon,
The Remains,
Jawbox,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
Cluster,
Angry Samoans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
Letta Mbulu,
Porter Ricks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mo-Dettes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jandek,
the Sonics,
The Smiths,
Black Sheep,
Malaria!,
Grandmaster Flash,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fuzztones,
Bizarre Inc.,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lyres,
Soulsonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.