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 Laos and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Toni Rubio to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord 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 arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
the Swans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Animal Collective,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
H. Thieme,
Stetsasonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
The Neon Judgement,
T.S.O.L.,
Echospace,
The Remains,
Kerri Chandler,
The Knickerbockers,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Saints,
Radio Birdman,
Thompson Twins,
Pylon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rufus Thomas,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
Sandy B,
Excepter,
JFA,
Deadbeat,
Banda Bassotti,
Slave,
The Fortunes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dawn Penn,
Q65,
Liliput,
These Immortal Souls,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
FM Einheit,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Gang of Four,
Bill Wells,
Kevin Saunderson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Danielle Patucci,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Chris & Cosey,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Litter,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
Magma,
the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics, the Sonics.
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.