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 Sierra Leone and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Babytalk to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
FM Einheit,
Saccharine Trust,
the Bar-Kays,
Kenny Larkin,
the Swans,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
Al Stewart,
The Slits,
PIL,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
The Stooges,
Alton Ellis,
Animal Collective,
Electric Prunes,
Jawbox,
Echospace,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
The Knickerbockers,
Kayak,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Janne Schatter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Toni Rubio,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
Technova,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Sex Pistols,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gerry Rafferty,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
Kas Product,
Robert Hood,
Joy Division,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
Fad Gadget,
Intrusion,
Livin' Joy,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barbara Tucker,
Maleditus Sound,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.