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 Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 sitar 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
The Durutti Column,
David McCallum,
the Sonics,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Max Romeo,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
Black Sheep,
La Düsseldorf,
Main Source,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh,
John Lydon,
UT,
Amon Düül II,
Brick,
Quadrant,
Nik Kershaw,
Fela Kuti,
Little Man,
Panda Bear,
Tim Buckley,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
Pussy Galore,
The Gun Club,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Osbourne,
Roxette,
MC5,
Stereo Dub,
Scan 7,
The Monks,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Style,
Eric Copeland,
Lalann,
Motorama,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magazine,
Josef K,
New Age Steppers,
Pulsallama,
JFA,
Brothers Johnson,
Young Marble Giants,
Crooked Eye,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABBA,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mars,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.