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 Montenegro and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Groovy Waters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
Judy Mowatt,
Young Marble Giants,
The Happenings,
Davy DMX,
Monks,
Black Moon,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
T.S.O.L.,
Mad Mike,
Youth Brigade,
John Lydon,
Mandrill,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
Interpol,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Human League,
The Associates,
Juan Atkins,
Surgeon,
Shoche,
Cybotron,
Little Man,
Amazonics,
Niagra,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
The Seeds,
Bobby Sherman,
Howard Jones,
The Gun Club,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Glambeats Corp.,
a-ha,
The Pop Group,
Bronski Beat,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultra Naté,
Moebius,
Sight & Sound,
Pantaleimon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Soft Machine,
U.S. Maple,
The Offenders,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
The New Christs,
Faust,
Nas,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.