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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Adolescents to the crunk 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DeepChord presents Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Clear Light,
Faust,
The Cowsills,
Sun Ra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marine Girls,
Brand Nubian,
Popol Vuh,
Leonard Cohen,
In Retrospect,
Girls At Our Best!,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
Robert Wyatt,
Aural Exciters,
Malaria!,
The Cure,
The Sound,
Country Teasers,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Five Americans,
Roger Hodgson,
Minny Pops,
New Order,
Johnny Clarke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
Iggy Pop,
Soul Sonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lou Christie,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The United States of America,
Television,
Nas,
Kurtis Blow,
Quantec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
Warsaw,
Black Flag,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
Stereo Dub,
Radio Birdman,
Derrick May,
Smog,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.