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 Poland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Carl Craig to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lee Hazlewood,
Make Up,
Animal Collective,
Pulsallama,
The Raincoats,
Moby Grape,
Loose Ends,
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
The Fortunes,
Liliput,
Susan Cadogan,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Angels of Light,
Hot Snakes,
Yellowson,
Minor Threat,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
Sound Behaviour,
Interpol,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
The Victims,
Bobby Womack,
The Mummies,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
Kerri Chandler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
The Moody Blues,
Easy Going,
The Music Machine,
Jeff Mills,
Rotary Connection,
Erykah Badu,
Barry Ungar,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Move,
Janne Schatter,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Wake,
Black Pus,
Alton Ellis,
Stiv Bators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.