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 Kosovo and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 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 The Slackers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground 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?
Grey Daturas,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
Warsaw,
Avey Tare,
Dave Gahan,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dawn Penn,
Tres Demented,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Schoolly D,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Selecter,
Sister Nancy,
Eden Ahbez,
Jacob Miller,
Leonard Cohen,
Dark Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Scrapy,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fire Engines,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rotary Connection,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Little Man,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
Ronnie Foster,
Joensuu 1685,
Ten City,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
Surgeon,
Todd Terry,
Harmonia,
Warren Ellis,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Duran Duran,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dave Clark Five,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
Dennis Brown,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
Malaria!,
The Vogues,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.