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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 Liliput to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scan 7. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
Silicon Teens,
Kas Product,
The Invisible,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cymande,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
The Fugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joyce Sims,
Echospace,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
Qualms,
Public Enemy,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
Patti Smith,
Nils Olav,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Vainqueur,
Jeff Mills,
The Doors,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Victims,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Byrd,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
Hoover,
Bluetip,
Black Flag,
Pantytec,
Pantaleimon,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Country Teasers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Inner City,
AZ,
Eurythmics,
Malaria!,
Ten City,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barry Ungar,
Chris & Cosey,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.