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 Bahrain and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
Ultravox,
Dawn Penn,
The Dirtbombs,
Visage,
Los Fastidios,
EPMD,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jawbox,
Skaos,
Warsaw,
Jacob Miller,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Motions,
Unwound,
Slick Rick,
The Slackers,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Chris Corsano,
Zapp,
Japan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kurtis Blow,
Alphaville,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Standells,
Hoover,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
Magazine,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sonic Youth,
Marmalade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Piero Umiliani,
Neu!,
Ronan,
Todd Terry,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
Sparks,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Man Eating Sloth,
Whodini,
Eurythmics,
Dennis Brown,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.