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 Zambia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Wally Richardson. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
Amon Düül II,
Tom Boy,
Stereo Dub,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Connie Case,
Magma,
Eli Mardock,
Altered Images,
Don Cherry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Basic Channel,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Henry Cow,
Grey Daturas,
The Move,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Invisible,
Excepter,
Accadde A,
Tears for Fears,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
David Axelrod,
The Birthday Party,
Scott Walker,
Erasure,
Rekid,
Todd Terry,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Toasters,
Jacob Miller,
ABC,
Danielle Patucci,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
These Immortal Souls,
Boredoms,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
The Martian,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
8 Eyed Spy,
Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Dual Sessions,
Cluster,
Newcleus,
Eve St. Jones,
The United States of America,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds.
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.