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 Vietnam and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the grime 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quando Quango record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Flipper,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
Joy Division,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
the Swans,
John Holt,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
Roxy Music,
Blossom Toes,
Fugazi,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young,
Franke,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Kinks,
Metal Thangz,
X-101,
Iggy Pop,
Peter and Kerry,
The Dirtbombs,
Accadde A,
The Angels of Light,
Donny Hathaway,
The Wake,
David Bowie,
Glenn Branca,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
Fat Boys,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
Absolute Body Control,
Thee Headcoats,
T. Rex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Half Japanese,
Nico,
Wally Richardson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Anakelly,
Pet Shop Boys,
Urselle,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
Pagans,
Scan 7,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.