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 France and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 China Crisis to the funk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Roger Hodgson,
Goldenarms,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Dark Day,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
Theoretical Girls,
Procol Harum,
Davy DMX,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
Saccharine Trust,
The Real Kids,
Chris Corsano,
Schoolly D,
Minny Pops,
the Fania All-Stars,
Slick Rick,
Suburban Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lalann,
Qualms,
Royal Trux,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Massinfluence,
Oneida,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
Reagan Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
PIL,
One Last Wish,
Barrington Levy,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Moebius,
Little Man,
Icehouse,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Unwound,
Sugar Minott,
Jawbox,
Stetsasonic,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Easy Going,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.