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 Pakistan and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 the Bar-Kays to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dave Clark Five. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
Vladislav Delay,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
48th St. Collective,
Mission of Burma,
Moss Icon,
Young Marble Giants,
Gang of Four,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
Barrington Levy,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Wells,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
the Slits,
Andrew Hill,
Dawn Penn,
The Birthday Party,
The Leaves,
Bobby Byrd,
Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
June of 44,
Swans,
The Wake,
Cymande,
FM Einheit,
Jandek,
The Dirtbombs,
Shoche,
Matthew Bourne,
The Golliwogs,
Pere Ubu,
Black Pus,
the Human League,
Alice Coltrane,
The Busters,
Nico,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Slackers,
Pussy Galore,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
The Dave Clark Five,
Metal Thangz,
Black Moon,
Mo-Dettes,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cure,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.