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 Netherlands and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Aswad to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Cymande,
Infiniti,
The Pop Group,
Moby Grape,
Chrome,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cowsills,
Niagra,
Angry Samoans,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Slits,
The Count Five,
Minor Threat,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lebanon Hanover,
La Düsseldorf,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Boredoms,
Television,
Outsiders,
Second Layer,
Con Funk Shun,
Subhumans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mr. Review,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantytec,
Yazoo,
Kerrie Biddell,
Panda Bear,
D'Angelo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Groovy Waters,
Ponytail,
Monks,
Al Stewart,
The Index,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rekid,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ultra Naté,
Smog,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fugazi,
AZ,
Prince Buster,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers,
Erykah Badu,
Anthony Braxton,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Symarip,
Lucky Dragons,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.