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 Mexico and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Lucky Dragons tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Rekid,
DJ Style,
Babytalk,
Soul II Soul,
The Saints,
Ken Boothe,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Oneida,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
Pierre Henry,
Q65,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Rhythm & Sound,
Quadrant,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Johnny Osbourne,
Crooked Eye,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
Motorama,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blackbyrds,
X-102,
Suicide,
Livin' Joy,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crispian St. Peters,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
Harry Pussy,
This Heat,
Archie Shepp,
the Swans,
Warsaw,
Parry Music,
Mary Jane Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joyce Sims,
The Names,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
June of 44,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wasted Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
Bauhaus,
Camberwell Now,
Pet Shop Boys,
Television,
Gang Green,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.