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 Tanzania and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Franke to the jazz 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
MC5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mary Jane Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
This Heat,
Spandau Ballet,
Saccharine Trust,
Cybotron,
Bob Dylan,
Joey Negro,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Motions,
T.S.O.L.,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Von Mondo,
Livin' Joy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eden Ahbez,
The Associates,
Pantytec,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gladiators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
The New Christs,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Fall,
Rakim,
The Vogues,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Alton Ellis,
T. Rex,
Man Parrish,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
The Standells,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cameo,
Talk Talk,
Dual Sessions,
cv313,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
Stetsasonic,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.