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 Macedonia and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bremen.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Negative Approach,
ABC,
David Bowie,
Eurythmics,
June of 44,
Josef K,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
Main Source,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
KRS-One,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Faraquet,
ABBA,
The Zeros,
Barry Ungar,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
The Litter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
New Order,
Youth Brigade,
Judy Mowatt,
Byron Stingily,
Johnny Osbourne,
Mr. Review,
Wasted Youth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
Average White Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Pus,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Nico,
Ten City,
Siglo XX,
K-Klass,
Liliput,
Monolake,
Big Daddy Kane,
Intrusion,
The Slackers,
Aural Exciters,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
Q65,
Ronnie Foster,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.