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 Ukraine 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Michelle Simonal to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Can. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
June Days,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Ornette Coleman,
The Birthday Party,
Joey Negro,
Fear,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
Ronan,
Wire,
Pussy Galore,
Spoonie Gee,
Flamin' Groovies,
Young Marble Giants,
KRS-One,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Wolf Eyes,
Japan,
The Selecter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eric Dolphy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Rotary Connection,
Interpol,
Surgeon,
Eurythmics,
Ten City,
John Foxx,
Howard Jones,
Con Funk Shun,
Boogie Down Productions,
Robert Hood,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
Jeru the Damaja,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sarah Menescal,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne,
X-102,
U.S. Maple,
The Young Rascals,
Heaven 17,
Desert Stars,
The New Christs,
Minnie Riperton,
MC5,
Das Ding,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.