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 Suriname and from Paris.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 kango's stein massive to the crunk 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 Ronan. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The American Breed,
MDC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
This Heat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Angry Samoans,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
Alton Ellis,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
the Swans,
Das Ding,
Fatback Band,
Patti Smith,
Davy DMX,
Country Teasers,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
Bang On A Can,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sandy B,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
Arab on Radar,
Suburban Knight,
Joyce Sims,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
A Certain Ratio,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
The Doors,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
The Blues Magoos,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.