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 India and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Philadelphia.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Drexciya to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Lyres tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Popol Vuh,
Minnie Riperton,
The Divine Comedy,
The Mummies,
Arab on Radar,
Symarip,
Faraquet,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
E-Dancer,
Swans,
Monolake,
The Fall,
Main Source,
Spandau Ballet,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Seeds,
Altered Images,
Funkadelic,
The Last Poets,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Idris Muhammad,
Clear Light,
Colin Newman,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
Cameo,
Pantytec,
Can,
Bluetip,
DJ Style,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Mandrill,
Marine Girls,
Grauzone,
Au Pairs,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Magazine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Johnny Clarke,
Young Marble Giants,
Suburban Knight,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Todd Terry,
Yellowson,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
Carl Craig,
John Coltrane,
Organ, Organ, Organ, Organ.
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.