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 Samoa and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 theremin 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Eve St. Jones,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
Skriet,
Bill Near,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
The Mummies,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Bowie,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Matthew Halsall,
Robert Görl,
Intrusion,
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
Niagra,
T.S.O.L.,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
Donny Hathaway,
Metal Thangz,
The Buckinghams,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
Erykah Badu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Tres Demented,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Names,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Womack,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
Prince Buster,
Joy Division,
Moebius,
10cc,
Wire,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bauhaus,
Alton Ellis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tubeway Army,
Moss Icon,
The Gories,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.