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 Israel and from Salvador.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rakim to the electroclash 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Motorama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Dead C,
Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Sugar Minott,
The Stooges,
DJ Sneak,
Babytalk,
The Wake,
Eddi Front,
Zero Boys,
Steve Hackett,
Radiopuhelimet,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
June of 44,
the Association,
Average White Band,
Yellowson,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
Newcleus,
Make Up,
The Pretty Things,
Fat Boys,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Count Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
Desert Stars,
Ten City,
Magazine,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
X-101,
a-ha,
EPMD,
Ossler,
The Leaves,
Spandau Ballet,
Y Pants,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Livin' Joy,
Simply Red,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Guru Guru,
Moby Grape,
Sam Rivers,
kango's stein massive,
Byron Stingily,
The Fuzztones,
Bob Dylan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zapp,
Arab on Radar,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.