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 Halifax.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the snare 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 Quadrant to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
Ken Boothe,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick Morgan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dorothy Ashby,
EPMD,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nas,
Subhumans,
Joy Division,
Japan,
The Offenders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
Q and Not U,
The Count Five,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
The Victims,
Guru Guru,
Metal Thangz,
The Evens,
Echospace,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rites of Spring,
Sound Behaviour,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
MC5,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sparks,
Schoolly D,
Flipper,
Moby Grape,
The Velvet Underground,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dave Gahan,
Bang On A Can,
John Holt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Accadde A,
Byron Stingily,
Arab on Radar,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
The Skatalites,
Cameo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.