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 Libya and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Agent Orange to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unwound,
Second Layer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
The Vogues,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Susan Cadogan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
E-Dancer,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
Depeche Mode,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
Pagans,
Tom Boy,
The Knickerbockers,
Arab on Radar,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arcadia,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mark Hollis,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Aswad,
Accadde A,
Colin Newman,
Lindisfarne,
Outsiders,
Rufus Thomas,
The Golliwogs,
John Lydon,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Hardrive,
Barry Ungar,
The Techniques,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.