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 Japan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 FM Einheit to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Terry,
The Last Poets,
The Electric Prunes,
The Residents,
The Gap Band,
Fluxion,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Godley & Creme,
Motorama,
Ronan,
Kerri Chandler,
KRS-One,
Drexciya,
Magazine,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Al Stewart,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suicide,
Camberwell Now,
Bush Tetras,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
Scrapy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bluetip,
Freddie Wadling,
Aural Exciters,
Moby Grape,
Cameo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Tom Boy,
Japan,
Anakelly,
Parry Music,
Underground Resistance,
Iggy Pop,
The Sound,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
The Busters,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
Chris & Cosey,
Mad Mike,
Man Parrish,
Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
Kas Product,
The Beau Brummels,
Joy Division,
Fugazi,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.