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 Guatemala and from New York.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Lakeside to the crunk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott Heron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Minnie Riperton,
The United States of America,
The Human League,
Graham Central Station,
Pulsallama,
Fela Kuti,
Piero Umiliani,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suicide,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
Swans,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Average White Band,
Deadbeat,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Associates,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Misunderstood,
The Skatalites,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scratch Acid,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Gladiators,
Technova,
The Divine Comedy,
Josef K,
Man Parrish,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Fuzztones,
The Offenders,
John Foxx,
These Immortal Souls,
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
Kayak,
The Slackers,
Vainqueur,
In Retrospect,
the Soft Cell,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Lindisfarne,
The Cowsills,
Swell Maps,
Monolake,
Bizarre Inc.,
Curtis Mayfield,
CMW,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.