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 Palau and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Black Dice to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
Eve St. Jones,
New Age Steppers,
Camberwell Now,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Johnny Osbourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Unwound,
Graham Central Station,
The Names,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
In Retrospect,
Shoche,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang On A Can,
Cybotron,
Bronski Beat,
Accadde A,
Wings,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Clarke,
David Bowie,
Eddi Front,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
The Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Pantytec,
Crispy Ambulance,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
Dark Day,
Amon Düül,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ultra Naté,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Charles Mingus,
Man Parrish,
MDC,
Second Layer,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
Organ,
Warren Ellis,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.