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 Antigua and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Curtis Mayfield to the electroclash 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Brothers Johnson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ituana,
Negative Approach,
The Smiths,
Magma,
Nils Olav,
Theoretical Girls,
Joyce Sims,
Deadbeat,
Laurel Aitken,
Danielle Patucci,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sugar Minott,
Andrew Hill,
Hot Snakes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sandy B,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
The Black Dice,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
China Crisis,
The J.B.'s,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
Blancmange,
Minutemen,
Brick,
Aaron Thompson,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Arab on Radar,
Boogie Down Productions,
Albert Ayler,
Derrick Morgan,
The Techniques,
Maurizio,
Public Enemy,
Ten City,
Los Fastidios,
Ken Boothe,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
The Five Americans,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.