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 Serbia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a R.M.O. 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?
The Neon Judgement,
Howard Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sandy B,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
David McCallum,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
Eddi Front,
Crash Course in Science,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nas,
F. McDonald,
The Skatalites,
Rakim,
Josef K,
Inner City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Subhumans,
The Birthday Party,
Agent Orange,
Eve St. Jones,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
Terrestrial Tones,
Scion,
Pole,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
The American Breed,
The Stooges,
Dave Gahan,
Aaron Thompson,
MC5,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Angry Samoans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Camberwell Now,
Gabor Szabo,
Metal Thangz,
Connie Case,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
R.M.O.,
Hot Snakes,
Roy Ayers,
Colin Newman,
The Alarm Clocks,
Roger Hodgson,
Matthew Bourne,
The Evens,
The Cowsills,
Anthony Braxton,
The Leaves,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.