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 Cameroon and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the punk 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fugazi,
Niagra,
The Busters,
Fluxion,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
World's Most,
Scott Walker,
The Fuzztones,
Minny Pops,
DJ Sneak,
Index,
Panda Bear,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
Liliput,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
The Smoke,
Sugar Minott,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Black Pus,
Davy DMX,
Lungfish,
Adolescents,
The Mummies,
LL Cool J,
The Count Five,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cluster,
Althea and Donna,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monolake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Piero Umiliani,
Groovy Waters,
Man Parrish,
The Offenders,
Tears for Fears,
Smog,
Roy Ayers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Zapp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scratch Acid,
Suicide,
Soft Cell,
Rosa Yemen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
Skriet,
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.