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 Montenegro and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Man Eating Sloth to the electroclash 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
KRS-One,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
Warsaw,
Index,
Symarip,
Bill Wells,
Supertramp,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Freddie Wadling,
The Techniques,
48th St. Collective,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Angels of Light,
Brand Nubian,
The Young Rascals,
These Immortal Souls,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marc Almond,
Swans,
L. Decosne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Susan Cadogan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
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Roxette,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Electric Prunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Zapp,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
Minutemen,
Gong,
Ultimate Spinach,
Smog,
Radiohead,
X-101,
Curtis Mayfield,
Maurizio,
Excepter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marine Girls,
Tom Boy,
LL Cool J,
Gang Starr,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.