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 Denmark and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Matthew Bourne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Magazine,
Vainqueur,
Public Enemy,
Lalann,
Quantec,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Technova,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lindisfarne,
Television,
MDC,
Crooked Eye,
The Invisible,
John Holt,
Malaria!,
Freddie Wadling,
The Leaves,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
Skriet,
Aaron Thompson,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Bananas,
Joe Finger,
Infiniti,
F. McDonald,
Grauzone,
Max Romeo,
Excepter,
The Monochrome Set,
Smog,
Reuben Wilson,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
New Order,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
the Slits,
Radio Birdman,
This Heat,
The Moleskins,
Little Man,
Cluster,
Los Fastidios,
LL Cool J,
Rakim,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.