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 Suriname and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Leonard Cohen to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
Joy Division,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Vogues,
Ice-T,
Chrome,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minnie Riperton,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash,
Michelle Simonal,
Gang Starr,
Lower 48,
Juan Atkins,
Tubeway Army,
Alison Limerick,
Jacob Miller,
The Monks,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gong,
Ronan,
AZ,
The Victims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus,
Swans,
Kenny Larkin,
OOIOO,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre,
R.M.O.,
The Invisible,
Pantytec,
Desert Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brand Nubian,
Wally Richardson,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Symarip,
Marine Girls,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.