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 Djibouti and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 New Order to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Nico,
Darondo,
DJ Sneak,
Mandrill,
Monolake,
Massinfluence,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Au Pairs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Blossom Toes,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Interpol,
The Raincoats,
Ornette Coleman,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lightning Bolt,
Charles Mingus,
The Index,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
Grauzone,
Judy Mowatt,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Accadde A,
The Five Americans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
Moebius,
Thee Headcoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wolf Eyes,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Half Japanese,
Kerri Chandler,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
H. Thieme,
Skriet,
Nas,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
CMW,
Mark Hollis,
Dorothy Ashby,
Los Fastidios,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Associates,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.